A British filmmaker travels to America to do a piece on the urban Slam Poetry movement. What he encounters is a barrage of hilarious poets who have somehow captured the hearts of the nation.
To increase The Individual's appearance of being aloof, while in shadows, the director moved the audio around so his gestures did not always match what he was saying. This made The Individual appeared to be more scattered at times.
Really. You call it a poetry movement, but you should be calling it a bowel movement because it's crap.