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Show . 'Gods' is a loony South African lark with a traveling bar and ice. The by-now testy Kate is whisked away, leaving Andrew to kick tires. This assortment of singular personalities eventually collides in a big heap in a dusty flatland reminiscent of the traditional box canyon of American Westerns (the bad guys get kind of bushwacked here), and some pretty predictable things happen: the bushman takes on the modern world and gets the upper hand; Steyne is counseled in love by his choleric Botswano sidekiclj, who has five wives ("I know how to marry them. Nobody knows how to live with them."); Steyne knocks down a lot of pots, easels, picnic tables and bins of flour until he seems like a pathological klutz whose only comment on each horrible incident is "I don't want to talk about it;" and the schoolmarm, . naturally, comes to the conclusion that he's very sweet. The whole movie is very sweet, tremendously endearing and not entirely normal (some sequences show the hyperactivity of the modern -world by speeding up the film, as in a badly-cranked silent film). The best time to see it is on a day when time clocks, drive-in banks and check-out lines are starting to make inroads on your sanity. "Gods" was written, produced and directed by Jamie Uys. A Classic Recommended Good double feature material Time-killer For masochists only -The Gods Must be Crazy In llobin Mix-nth Somewhere in deepest Africa three misfit plots are about to intersect. And in the course of their sweetly demented entanglement, a bare bottomed naif with the smile of a Gerber baby and a recalcitrant Landrover oraeticallv steal the show. Amid the aridity and waving blond grasses of the Kalahari desert, only the gentle, cheerful "little people," the bushmen, have adapted to a nearly waterless, roots-and-tubers subsistence. Needless to say, civilizationwith civili-zationwith its hair rollers, small bucking cars and scheduled" mayhem hasn't attempted to move out with the baobab trees and baboons. The bushmen, born innocent, stay that way. One day a cruising bush pilot drops that primal rune of the modern world, a Coke bottle, out of the window plop into the radiant bonhomie of a bushman clan. As they discover the many uses of this gift from the gods, jealousy, anger and greed start to steer their lives. After an attempt to get rid of "the evil thing" by returning it to the gods via a few overhand tosses into the air, courageous Xao decides to carry it to the end of the earth and throw it off. He packs his tranquilizer darts (bushmen don't kill animals, they put them to sleep, then apologize), and sets off. Meanwhile, 2,000 miles to the east, a ragtag band of terrorists is doing its bumbling best to assassinate assassi-nate the president. Predictably, the plot backfires and the bad guys scatter for the jungle pursued by a vintage tank. At the same time, a fugitive from the big city, Kate Thompson (Sandra Prin-sloo), Prin-sloo), is making a classic wide-eyed entrance into a small village as the new schoolmarm. Klutzy microbiologist microbiolo-gist Andrew Steyne (Marius Wey-ers), Wey-ers), who knows more about elephant dung than women, is sent to collect her in a Landrover that can function just as well without a driver as with one, thanks. After a series of contretemps (this guy can't do anything right) that send Kate, and the Landrover, up a tree among other places, along comes slick Jack Hind in his canopied safari lodge bus, complete "'" w m .......... |