Doesn’t look like it is much fun to live in Nigeria. Widespread unemployment, corruption, limited access to fresh water and power, even in the capital. From the way it is portrayed in this documentary, about the only thing going for Nigeria is The Shrine. The Shrine is a warehouse that has been converted into a political action center and rehersal/living space for Femi Kuti, his band, and his girlfriends. Each Sunday night he holds a “jump” where, after going through airport-like security, the congregants, some travelling great distances, dance their asses off, get wasted and wind up bowing down to Femi like he his some sort of God. Femi Kuti is kinda like a cross between James Brown, Flip Wilson and Robert Kennedy. He is the son of the late Fela Kuti, the inventor of “Afrobeat,” which to me sounds like a cross between hardcore funk and 70s fusion jazz. Femi has a small frame but has a physique cut from marble. He sees himself as a political leader using music as his platform. A multi-instrumentalist, he can sometimes seem aloof around his clowning bandmates or adoring fans. This film doesn’t get specific about the political issues in Femi’s music. I can’t tell if that’s because it is assumed we would already know who the major players are, or it was decided just to drop you in the water and give you the full experience with no build-up. Either way, it is the music that is the star of the “jumps” and it’s the musical selections you’ll find yourself playing over and over on this DVD.