



Out of My Hand is one of those films that stays with you—not because it's flashy or loud, but because it feels lived-in. The first half, set in Liberia, is gripping stuff. Cisco, our lead, is a rubber plantation worker turned organiser, and you really feel his presence—he's got a voice, a cause, and you're right there with him. Once he moves to New York, though, things shift. He fades into the background, and the film becomes quieter and more introspective as ghosts from his past emerge. The title 'Out of My Hand' reflects Cisco's journey from a position of control in Liberia to a more vulnerable state in New York. In Liberia, he was a big fish in a small pond, but in New York, he is the smallest of fish in an ocean surrounded by sharks.
I couldn't shake the feeling something was missing. That might be due to my limited knowledge of Liberian history, which the film references without elaborating. How different it would've been with a Liberian director at the helm? Still, the mood, the performance, and the honesty of it all carry real weight.
Out of My Hand may not be flawless, but it is undeniably heartfelt. Its quiet power lies in its ability to evoke genuine emotions and connect with its audience on a deeper level.