A postapocalyptic Ethiopian dream
sports icons from our era are now worshipped like deities – a Michael Jackson vinyl is described as “third century, popular among the Molegan warriors to instil courage on the battlefield”.
Like many people, I hate watching movies I don’t understand. The constant human urge to figure it all out becomes frustrating and overpowering, and unless the film evokes some deep emotion in me, I stop watching.
But with Crumbs, the state of not understanding the fragmented plot becomes blissful. The movie’s fluid, down-tempo surrealism is almost therapeutic and I sat contentedly viewing the strange images and dialogue in front of me.
Llansó has a wonderful eye for beautiful shots, and the fact that the movie takes place in the lush, desolate and colour-saturated wilderness of Ethiopia makes it visually rich. Then of course, there is his use of stark, nonsensical imagery to arrest the eye.
The scene where Candy meets Santa Claus will probably stay with me forever. Santa is a belligerent old man who accuses Candy of wearing a Nazi symbol on his chest (it’s actually the Superman logo) and then uses a children’s tricycle to hit him with.
As I said, it doesn’t always make sense, but it’s wonderful to watch.
If you feel like experiencing an evocative, deeply unique piece of film making, watch Crumbs. It’s a movie you will never forget.
Catch Crumbs at the Durban International Film Festival tonight at the Suncoast Casino at 7.30pm or on July 26 at
Ster-Kinekor Musgrave at 1.15pm
BAD SANTA The jarring imagery in Crumbs makes this film a visual feast