Despite wearing the beret of a dictator, Duykers comes across as pretty innocuous as far as tyrant goes: he anguishes about writing a speech for the 20th anniversary of the coup that put him in power, he is worried about his people loving him; he is weary of forcing people to sing for him, so much he’d rather set up an American Idol contest to identify the voice he overheard through his palace window. He is a lion in a zoo: a king trapped in a gilded cage of his own paranoid making.