A meandering, otherwise promising, yet undisciplined film that uses the 'kitchen sink'/Jackson Pollack strategy in handling its subject matter, brought to us by hopeful filmmaker Elvis MItchell. The main reason folks have always given Elvis MItchell a repeated pass is due to his diversity status, which has propelled his career despite repeated (documented) flake-outs, no-shows, and other flaws. Yet that trope is growing old, and it's time to see actual merit and thought in a work output. Along these lines, Elvis falls short, as a sort of meandering semi-intellectual as others have observed. He's much more suited to delivering rambling, doctrinal 'reviews' as seen through his handy and ever-present lens of race and race identity, versus producing a coherent and compelling thesis that can actually move, inform, and elevate a viewer. Even so, the movie starts out in a promising way, hence the two stars.