I finally decided to waste some time on this, and can confirm that it's bad. Only, probably not in the way you'd think.
Because what we've got here is actually not so much a movie, as a filmed stage play, where everything happens inside a small apartment and a handful of characters go in and out of doors. It's clearly a zero-budget production, with everything feeling cramped, improvised and shot in one take just to get it over with.
It's also not the "black comedy" it's advertised as. At least, I couldn't find anything funny about it, black or otherwise. Instead, it's a straight drama that tries to be an existential character study about guilt, identity and self-worth, but ends up as a tedious exercise in watching unlikable people talk in circles. Whatever depth it's aiming for is buried under clumsy dialogue, awkward pacing and the kind of amateurish, on-the-nose writing that intentionally leans on cringiness as a stylistic choice.
And finally, contrary to what the title might have you expect, there's nothing really racist about it. Instead, it's about a man confronting his own insecurities about race. And as such, ironically, the people most likely to be triggered by the title, are probably exactly the people who might actually get some sort of enjoyment out of this sludge.
