
In a return to his candid-camera style, Schuster manages to p-off everyone from Helen Zille to fishermen in the Cape. He gets klapped, gets into trouble and once again paints his face black, thus offending a number of other people. I guess I must accept that Schuster is in fact a part of our collective South African culture, and admit that sometimes he can be fairly amusing. More than this I cannot do – besides hope that one day we learn to appreciate movies of more substance with the same vigour.
Rating: 3 outta 5.
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