There are little hints early on that this won't just be a classy portraiture study of movement, but nothing to prepare you for the unavoidable, yet joyous overdose of psychedelic madness.
The signs are ominous: A Red light, No U-Turn, a stray dog and even tumbleweed. But, Jill Scott continues her journey and gets rewarded with a magical introduction to jazz pianist and composer Robert Glasper.
