Akinola Davies Jr.’s My Father’s Shadow is a striking debut feature, a film both intimate and political. Set in Lagos in 1993, it follows two young brothers briefly reunited with their father, a man who has been more myth than presence in their lives. Over the course of a single day, they encounter not only his warmth but also the messiness of his history.
At first the reunion has the giddy energy of novelty, a childlike joy in simply being seen. But as the day progresses, their father’s world is revealed—his ideals, his failings, and the scars left by a Nigeria under military rule. Through whispered conversations, sidelong glances, and moments that slip between tenderness and discomfort, the boys begin to see him as he truly is: flawed, compromised, yet still deserving of their love.
What gives the film its weight is how deftly it balances personal revelation with political backdrop. Lagos is alive on screen: restless, uncertain, full of both danger and possibility. Some stretches drag and a few beats feel overstated, but the honesty holds firm. My Father’s Shadow is a rich, heartfelt, and rewarding coming-of-age story, one that lingers precisely because it insists that love is clearest when illusions fall away.