Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight

Embeth Davidtz has had a good career as an actor. I first became aware of her as Miss Honey in Danny DeVito's movie of MATILDA, in which she was warm and endearing without a trace of sentimentality -- quite an achievement. Next time I encountered her was in JUNEBUG in which presented a completely different but equally believable character. It was evident that she was a high-quality artist. But nothing could have prepared me for how brilliant she is as a mother at the end of her tether in this excellent movie. Not only that; she directed and co-wrote it.

Her major triumph as a director is to bring out from young Lexi Venter a tough and beguiling performance. The whole story is seen through her character's eyes, so everything rests on her, and she totally delivers under Ms Davittz's expert guidance.

The movie is based on a memoir by Alexandra Fuller, who is the film's co-writer with Ms Davitdz. It tells of Ms Fuller's experiences as a child observing the process of her settler-colonial parents and their neighbours facing up to (or, in most cases, not facing up to) the return of the land that had been acquired in what had been Rhodesia to the newly-independent nation of Zimbabwe. The counterpointing of the political and domestic in Ms Fuller's story is its great strength, and director Davidtz makes it the spine of the film.

There's terrific support from the whole cast, with a special shout out to Zihkona Bali as Sarah, a worker in the colonial household who finds herself at the centre of a storm.

I really can't recommend this film highly enough. Please see it.

An unforgettable achievement - Davidtz, making a bold and assured leap behind the camera, directs with a rare combination of restraint and boldness. Davidtz, herself born and raised in South Africa, brings a rare authenticity and emotional precision to the film that elevates it beyond a simple adaptation. Beautifully performed, and devastatingly honest. A must-watch. The cast is a lineup of performers that feel entirely lived-in, as if pulled from the soil of the land itself.

I've read most of Fuller's books, including this titular one (which I've read twice). They present a view of Africa (as the other books move to different locales) that I've never encountered: people living on the wrong side of history, but unapologetically so. And this is where the book differs significantly from the film, with the result that the film is quite a different story from the book.

Fuller, in the memoir, presents her family's lives in a matter-of-fact way, aware of the Rhodesian Bush War and its dangers, particularly to Tim, the father. Since the memoir is retrospect, you get a rather adult colouring of Fuller's childhood. She is aware, too, of course, of the racism that permeates the country's politics; yet she is more interested in her family's hardscrabble efforts to make a living.

The film shifts this to a story that highlights and centres the racism that allowed the Fuller family (and other white families) the privileges (such as they were) they enjoyed. Thus, what I've pointedly called the Rhodesian Bush War in the book becomes, in the film, Zimbabwe War of Liberation. This tonal shift is perhaps unsurprising, as it would likely be impossible to adhere fully to Fuller's memoir given contemporary attitudes to the horrors of racism and colonialism.

What changes too is the point of view, from the memoir's retrospective adult to the film's seven-year-old's contemporary understanding. Initially, this threw me; but as the film progressed, and the information that Bobo takes in is the same information that you take in, the harsh, oppressive realities of a colonial way of life sink in.

Bobo's parents' attitudes, for example, certainly shape hers. In one scene, she orders around her Black African playmates until she is corrected by Sarah, a hired hand, who tells her that these children are her equals and not her servants. The neighbouring white families are depicted as low-class salacious slobs who refuse to understand the historical shift taking place; and while I realize that this may have been the case, the film pushes the point to the extent that none of the whites have any redeeming qualities, and this felt a bit off-kilter.

Nevertheless, the film is mostly flawless: acting, directing, cinematography, editing -- all brilliant, especially Lexi Venter as Bobo and Davidtz as the mother (and as director). These two should be up for major awards, along with the film itself. Highly recommended.

Having read and thoroughly enjoyed all of Alexandra Fuller's (Bobo) non-fiction books, this film was inconsistent with the author's presentation of, well, everything. In the book her parents are written as free spirits who live life fully and while surely not traditional, are refreshing opposites of today's over- protective "helicopter" parents.

The film shows the very real lifelong wounds of a child growing up through the dangers of a war zone and is a strong reminder that resonates today. But the book also recognizes the values of living a life that allows experiences to teach us lessons of living with a passion for true freedom of expression.

In the book both views are beautifully interwoven without judgement and thankfully are not presented as what would be a false dichotomy.

This film shows a bleak view of the parents, the life, and only the spirit of wonderful little Bobo. Bobo's spirit comes from her parent's example and the film doesn't even hint at that.

In my travels over my lifetime, it seems as memorable as the geography was the people I met along the way. Among those was a couple from Cairns, Queensland, Australia, whom I met in 1986.

They were millionaire farmers in what was Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe, who decided to leave quickly after some of their neighbors had been murdered.

This was after Robert Mugabe had taken over the country.

They were allowed to leave with only 1 car, and had to leave all of their other assets behind.

So they chose their Rolls Royce, which upon entry to Australia, leaned by law that the car would be impounded in a warehouse for 2 years . They were to use the car as seed money to start a new life.

So they invited me to dinner in their humble cinderblock house.

And I thought at the time and have for 40 years of their lives, previously comfortable after their family's generations in formerly Rhodesia having to start over in their 60s in a new country.

This movie mirrors their times, although from the perspective of a much humbler farm family and through the eyes of their 8 year old daughter, Bobo.

Where at the time (1980) normal life was for a mother to have over her shoulders an Uzi submachine gun slung over her shoulders.

Or shooting a cobra on your porch.

This movie is supposed to be "somewhat" factual, based on a novel.

But it offered an interesting glimpse into the times of the politics, through the eyes of an innocent 8 year old girl.