Sightlines · a reading
A Deleuzian reading of My Father's Shadow
2025 · Akinola Davies Jr. · My Father's Shadow on Sightlines
Open on the café. The election results play on a television somewhere over the family's shoulders, and the two boys aren't watching it. They're watching their father — the way you watch a stranger you've been told to love, reading his face for the weather of the day. This is the whole method of Akinola Davies Jr.'s debut, and its quiet radicalism: the largest event in modern Nigerian history, the annulled election of June 12, 1993, arrives at the edge of the frame while the center is given to a tired man's hands and his sons' attention.
Deleuze split cinema in two. In the movement-image — the cinema of action, most of Hollywood — a person sees a situation and does something about it; perception leads to action, action changes the world, and the cut serves that chain. In the time-image, the circuit breaks. The character stops being an agent and becomes a seer (voyant): someone who can only look and listen at what is too large, too strange, or too painful to answer with a deed. Akin and Remi are seers by their very size. They are children in a city that dwarfs them, on a day whose meaning they can't decode. They take Lagos in — traffic, heat, crowds — and can do nothing with it.
The mode of their looking is what Deleuze called pure optical and sound situations — opsigns and sonsigns, images detached from any action they could trigger. My Father's Shadow makes this literal through sound. History doesn't enter the day as something the family does; it enters as a broadcast — results on the café TV, radio, the ambient charge of the streets. The boys hear the nation crack. They can't vote, can't march, can't grasp it. Davies hands the political entirely to the ear and the eye's periphery, which is exactly the asymmetry The Spirit of the Beehive invented in 1973: a national catastrophe rendered through a child who can't fully read it, so the gap between what we know and what she knows becomes the drama's form. Davies moves that device from Franco's Spain to Abiola's Nigeria.
The day has the shape Deleuze called the balade — the trip or stroll that transforms nothing. Folarin's errand is almost comically small: recover six months of unpaid wages, take the boys to an amusement park, get them home. Countryside to Lagos by minibus; then the fuel runs out and they hitchhike. It goes nowhere in the sense action-cinema means "somewhere." No goal is won. What the journey produces instead is duration — dead time (temps mort), the everyday held long enough that we feel it as time rather than plot: the waiting, the recurring nosebleeds, the talk of a drowned brother, the borrowed hours. This is the realist faith André Bazin defended — that if you hold on the ordinary without forcing it, meaning accumulates on its own. Pather Panchali built drama this way seventy years ago, from non-professional children and small incident; Killer of Sheep drifted a neighborhood on 16mm the same way. Davies's real-life brothers, Godwin and Chibuike Egbo, supply that same unforced weather.
Then the film does the thing that reorganizes everything before it. Late and quietly, it reveals that Folarin is dead — that this present-tense day has been a reconstruction all along. Now the grain of the 16mm stops being period flavor and becomes what it always was: the membrane of memory, the visible degradation of a past being handled. Aftersun — same producer, same autobiographical wound — taught this grammar three years earlier: a lost father rebuilt through a child's incomplete vision, lo-fi texture standing in for the distance that can't be closed. Deleuze would call what Davies is doing fabulation, or legending — subjects caught in the act of storytelling themselves into being. The Davies brothers, who lost their own father in childhood, aren't recording a memory; they're forging one, building a man they barely knew from the few true materials they have. And because the film is authored through the boys' eyes — their vision and the filmmakers' fused into one — it works by what Deleuze named free indirect discourse: the camera speaks for them and as them at once.
A larger absence presses on all of it. June 12 was the election Nigeria was not allowed to have — a mandate erased, a democracy annulled. Deleuze said modern political cinema begins where "the people are missing": where the film can't appeal to a whole, unified people because that people has been denied existence. The missing father and the missing democracy rhyme. Both are things the film mourns by reconstructing them, a private loss and a public one folded into a single day, each standing for the other without being reduced to metaphor.
What did the film move? For Nigerian cinema, everything at the level of arrival: the first Nigerian film in Cannes's Official Selection, a debut that reached the festival circuit not by imitating European art film but by braiding its own ground — Pidgin, Yoruba, Lagos texture — into the patient grammar of the time-image. It descends from The 400 Blows: the handheld autobiographical child, the warm ending that withholds resolution rather than granting it. And it carries something those films didn't — a specific national wound and a specific father, both recovered on grainy stock.
Watch it again and watch the edges. The history is always there, just off-center, exactly where a child would leave it — and exactly where the man at the center is quietly running out of time.
Concepts in play
- the time-image — A day-in-the-life that resolves nothing; the father endures unpaid wages and a failing body while the boys watch rather than act — action never closes the situation.
- the seer (voyant) — Akin and Remi are children too small and unknowing to act on Lagos or the election; the staging keeps the father central and elusive so the boys can only read and endure him.
- pure optical & sound situations — The national event enters only as broadcast — the annulled-election results on the café television, radio and street ambience — something the boys can hear and see but never act upon.
- the voyage/balade form — The trip from countryside to Lagos by minibus, then hitchhiking when the fuel runs out, chasing six months of unpaid wages and an amusement-park visit — a journey that wins no goal.
- dead time (temps mort) — The loose, near-real-time wandering rhythm — waiting, nosebleeds, the talk of a drowned brother — where the everyday is held long enough to be felt as time rather than plot.
- fabulation / legending — The memory-film reveals Folarin's death late, recasting the whole present-tense day as reconstruction; the Davies brothers rebuild a father they barely knew, drawn from their own childhood loss.
- free indirect discourse (political) — The film is voiced through the boys' incomplete vision fused with the autobiographical authors' — the camera speaking for and as the children at once.
- the people are missing — June 12's annulled election — a denied mandate and a democracy erased — folded into the missing father, the political passing through an absence the film mourns by reconstructing it.