Idi Amin invited Barbet Schroeder into Uganda to make this film, then treated the camera as a stage for his own myth. Amin narrates his rise from army sergeant to president, stages a mock invasion of Tanzania with his own troops as extras, and swims in a river he insists is safe despite the crocodiles sunning on its banks. He convenes his cabinet and has them praise him to his face, then turns to the camera to complain that Britain's economy is run by Jewish interests, naming Sir Alec Douglas-Home as the one dissenting voice among ministers who otherwise back his push to hand the economy to Ugandans. Schroeder keeps the footage almost entirely on Amin's terms, letting the charm, the paranoia, and the casual menace sit side by side without commentary. The result is not an expose but a document of how a dictator wanted to be seen, produced with his full cooperation, which makes its unguarded moments more damning than any outside accusation could be.