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.

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.

Greetings again from the darkness. It might seem dangerous or even cruel to look at war through the eyes of a child. However, this time, it's a brilliant approach because most of the story is personal ... following the villagers on the edges of the Rhodesian Bush War - a Civil War meant to overthrow White colonialism and restore power to the local Black populace. Long admired for her acting career, Embeth Davidtz takes on the director's chair for the first time, and also adapted the screenplay from Alexandra Fuller's best-selling 2001 memoir.

It's 1980 in Rhodesia (now known as Zimbabwe) and a revolution is occurring, pending the upcoming election ... you are likely familiar with Robert Mugabe, long-time President and Prime Minister of the country. For this story, Bobo (stunning work from first time actor Lexi Venter) is our protagonist and narrator. She's a curious and observant 8-year-old with a free spirit and a constantly dirty face. The POV of a kid makes sense once you learn that director Davidtz had a childhood in South Africa with many similarities to what Bobo experiences (it is Alexandra Fuller's memoir after all).

Bobo's big sister Vanessa (Anina Hope Reed) and their mother Nicola (director Davidtz) share the home with Bobo. Dad is a soldier and is often away for extended periods of time. Nicola sleeps with a rifle and obsessively guards the family's farmland, while desperately hoping the Whites don't lose power in the country. Bobo spends a good amount of time with Sarah (Zikhona Bali), who becomes a pseudo-mother, filling the emotional gap left by Nicola's alcoholism, and brewing breakdown over the possible changes coming.

As you would expect, racism is on display here. It supports the theory that racism is passed down from generation to generation. Bobo is warned to "watch out for terrorists", which is another word for black Africans, while Sarah's husband Jacob (Fumani N Shilubana) is regularly warning his wife about getting too close to Bobo or being seen in public with the white girl. Bobo is blatantly told that Africans and Whites are not the same.

Watching young Bobo trying to make sense of the world can be uncomfortable to watch, yet it drives home the point about racism, violence, and growing up in a war. Sarah does her best to guide the youngster, but that parental force can be quite strong. Obviously, this was a personal film for first-time director Embeth Davidtz, and she shows the right stuff with her first feature film. We understand the family wanting to hold onto their land, while at the same time we witness how racism can be spread so easily ... and at such a young age.

Opening in theaters on July 18, 2025.

This film doesn't hold back any punches depicting White racism and black oppression and the violence of the times. An excellent realistic depiction of both white and black southern Africa at that time, where white southern Africans were driven into a corner in the country they had had ruled for decades from a legacy of European imperialism, where they too end up being victims of their own culture. This was all perfectly portrayed and captured an accurate time capsule of modern African history. Brilliant acting by Ms Venter who plays the free spirited young protagonist whose unvarnished and unrelenting view of the world she inhabits brings into conflict with everyone around her. Her performance is completely natural and powerful and drives the narrative with complete authenticity.

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.