Mexican wrestling masks, Afu-Ra hair, stray cats, and strong blunts comprise the short list of shots for “Act IV | Scene IV-V-VII,” the mini-movie from the agnostic Buddhist, Chester Watson. Ennui is rarely this unnerving. There are rare Japanese snacks and bodegas, villainy fit for a Dumile, and a monotone style fit for your favorite Guru. If you forgot your mantra, Chester has several suggestions. This is schools-out smoked up samurai rap to send necks scurrying back into shells. Cult rap at its most contagious.
Tin Wooki is below the jump, still out and awesome.