Kavish Chetty / 07.02.2014 American action cinema is devilled by bad politics. RoboCop opens up on a psychosis-tilted satire of American exceptionalism, and its diabolical deliverer is none other than Samuel L. Jackson.
Kavish Chetty / 27.12.2013 Penelope Cruz was last seen gasping beneath bedsheets, the ghostly outline of her climaxing features glimpsed eerily, in Pedro Almodóvar’s Broken Embraces. Here, she once again finds herself making shapes
Kavish Chetty / 13.12.2013 New Zealand has one of the highest youth suicide rates in the world, apparently because there’s nothing to do there – except, perhaps, LARP (live-action roleplay) among its exquisite natural
Kavish Chetty / 06.12.2013 It seems, increasingly, that sci-fi cinema does not take the possibilities of its genre seriously enough: the imaginative potential for summoning uncanny worlds, propelled into the future, but yet still
Kavish Chetty / 29.11.2013 At the announcement of this Mandela biopic, “hagiography” was the threat urging off the edge of every critical mouth. Such fears can only be quenched at the personal level: Nelson
Kavish Chetty / 22.11.2013 "The Hunger Games" takes place in a superbly-conjured dystopian future-America, although one in which the historical traces of own our world are thoroughly obliterated. Histories of real slavery and inequalities
Nedine Moonsamy / 08.11.2013 Fatherland offers exclusive entry into the Kommandokamps, where a group of boys embark on a nine day camp during their school holidays to relive the military experiences of their fathers.
Kavish Chetty / 01.11.2013 Blue is the Warmest Colour is acted out with superb, raw intensity: its everyday episodes of emotion elaborating from this intimacy outward into magnificent themes of sexual discovery, romantic secrecy,
Kavish Chetty / 25.10.2013 I reviewed "Jock of the Bushveld" for this magazine, describing it, rather generously, as a “shit-crusted cliché” and a “bat-signal for an age of mediocrity”. But two years later, Triggerfish
Kavish Chetty / 18.10.2013 Out in Africa announces itself this year with a curious line-up. I shoulder through a fog of colliding colognes, and low-slung in this shadowy theatre, sit through a gracious rehearsal