If you feel your cheeks burning with familiarity as you watch Boots Riley’s directorial debut Sorry To Bother You, you’re not alone—especially if you’re from Oakland. Whether it’s the film’s reference to The Rusty Skupper, where Oakland party promoter Geoffrey Pete once threw parties, or the iconic Cathedral Building at Telegraph and Broadway, or downtown dive bar The Layover, I caught about 20 hot flashes as a veritable déjà-vu checklist unfolded on the screen. Telemarketing job with ex-punk middle management? Check. Boyfriend that lived in a garage? Check. Paying for gas for your not-even-close-to-legal rustbucket car with pocket change? You know it.

Set in an alternate-universe Oakland, Sorry To Bother You follows Cassius Green, played by Atlanta’s Lakeith Stanfield, as he makes one Faustian moral compromise after another in pursuit of paying the bills. Cassius’ downward spiral begins with a coworker (Danny Glover) advising him to “use your white voice” (a tone reminiscent of a children’s show puppet, dubbed by real-life white guy David Cross) in order to climb the ladder at his telemarketing job (set in the Kaiser building in downtown Oakland). It then winds its way through a dark corporate netherworld of slimy despair. The “don’t sell out” moral of the story is delivered with all of the subtlety of a circus clown with an erection, but appropriately so—there’s nothing subtle in being a person of color fighting to survive capitalism.

Could there be parallels between Cassius’ rise from telemarketing pit worker to “power caller” and Riley’s path from hometown activist musician to widely lauded Hollywood director? Riley may not be as accessible as he once was as he undertakes a grueling promotional tour for the film, but even a brief conversation puts any fears of moral compromise to rest.

When I ask Riley a question about his movie, it turns into a lengthy history on the necessity of rent control. In other words, this is still the same Boots Riley that most people know from his 25 years fronting radical East Bay hip-hop group The Coup. And it’s Riley’s intimacy with the Oakland that a lot of us know—full of artists and activists, diverse, and currently under siege by corporate interests—that lends an undercurrent of believability to the kaleidoscopic version of The Town presented in Sorry To Bother You. Degrading jobs, homelessness, corporate greed, and police brutality are viewed through a cartoon lens that’s equal parts hilarious and horrifying. It’s a balancing act that could easily take a wrong turn in the hands of an outsider with a two-dimensional view of Oakland, but in Riley’s hands, there’s a lot of truth in the bright and absurd universe that he’s constructed.

Riley will be the first to tell you he didn’t construct it alone. True to his Communist roots, Sorry To Bother You was a collective effort. In addition to phenomenal production designer Jason Kisvarday (Swiss Army Man) and costume designer Deirdra Govan, a host of local talent contributed to the color and animated details that make the film as fun to watch as an R-rated version of Pee Wee’s Playhouse. The graphic lettering that appears throughout the film was designed by local children’s book illustrator J. Otto Seibold. You might be able to spot a few of your friends and neighbors in the protest scene on Franklin Street alongside an “Adult Content” sculpture created by conceptual artist Spy Emerson. Rapper and philanthropist Mistah F.A.B. has a memorable cameo. (As for institutional support, Riley got assistance from SFFILM, the Rainin Foundation, and McSweeney’s, which originally published the script in 2014, among others.)

Local music fans might also notice a humorous mention in the film of journalist Eric Arnold, who distinguished himself by writing about Oakland hip-hop in publications like 4080, The Source, Wax Poetics, Complex, and the East Bay Express.

“That Eric Arnold thing,” Riley explains, “that was one of those things where you’re writing and you’re like ‘What’s this character’s name?’ and you put it down thinking you’ll change it later to something that sounds cool. And then I just realized as it was being said, ‘Oh, I never changed that one.’ I had to call him up and be like ‘Your name is in the movie.’”

The fashion in the film? Oakland again. Tessa Thompson’s character Detroit is a radical artist with a strong moral compass and an enviable wardrobe, which Thompson and costume designer Govan designed by driving through Oakland and observing women around town. Detroit wears oversized J. Otto Seibold-designed text earrings that read “You’re Gonna Have To Fight/Your Own Damn War” (shoutout to Prince), a bikini made from latex gloves, a hairstyle directly inspired by a friend of Riley’s named Messiah, and a shirt that reads “The Future is Female Ejaculation.”

Sorry To Bother You isn’t the first black science fiction film set in Oakland. The other well-known two, Sun Ra’s Space is the Place and Ryan Coogler’s Black Panther, are decidedly afrofuturist, whereas Sorry To Bother You feels like it exists outside that amorphous genre. Maybe because, in spite of its magical realism, it’s tethered to so much reality.

“My beef with a lot of sci-fi is that going so far in the future, or going into space, or going into another dimension makes it so safe that nobody cares what you’re saying,” Riley tells me. “You can make something that’s threatening revolution, but if it’s happening in space or it’s happening in the Chicago of 200 years from now, no one will really care. No one will find it threatening.”

Indeed, even the fantasy elements of Sorry To Bother You seem plausible. The employee living quarters of the Worry Free corporation – bunk-bed barracks reminiscent of an Ikea-sponsored orphanage – would scarcely raise an eyebrow if you came across it during a Craigslist housing search in the Bay Area nowadays. But it wasn’t so long ago though that a greedy landlord charging $2,000 to live in a sheet fort off Fruitvale would have fueled dozens of outraged Facebook posts.

Given this steep decline in expectations of decency, coupled with the rapid advancements in technology that have occurred since the original script was drafted in 2012, I wondered if there had been anything Riley had to remove because it had proven prophetic.

“There were things that I had to change because they got too normal. Omari [Hardwick]’s character had a line, and this is in the script that ended up being published in 2014, where he says ‘Worry Free is going to make America great again’… So I had to take that out,” Riley tells me. “There’s the whole soda commercial in it, which is very much like the Kylie Jenner Pepsi commercial. All of the homeless camps—that’s in the script. They didn’t exist then. Not to the scale that it is now.”

Although it contains much that will be relatable, particularly for Bay Area audiences, Sorry To Bother You is also, well, insane. As Cassius begins the upward climb that triggers his downward spiral, recovery wisdom dictates that he will eventually hit the proverbial rock bottom. But the moment never seems to come. “This must be it… Oh damn! Ok, THIS must be it. Nope…” The film reaches a Caligula level of batshittery that comes out of the blue, trust me.

And despite Sorry To Bother You’s wild and subversive nature, don’t make the same misstep I made and call it a cult film. Not to Riley, anyway. He predicts that it’s exactly the type of movie a growing segment of the mainstream is craving; the same audience that made Jordan Peele’s horror film Get Out such a huge success.

Peele came from comedy, and Riley came from hip-hop. But Riley also comes from Oakland, and that’s what gives Sorry to Bother You its magic. When a creative and ambitious 47-year-old anarchist rapper Trojan-horses his way into Hollywood, the result is something new, a thrilling type of chaos bulging at the seams and somehow still fitting into the regimented structure of filmmaking. A man who went from “sneakin’ in to Eastmont Cinemas” to making a widely distributed and star-studded revolutionary film? That might be the most magical element of all.

‘Sorry to Bother You’ is released in theaters Friday, July 6.