this time, i'm reviewing a review. The Bellville Rock City DVD review. What crap. the Bellville Rock City DVD is not 'fascinating', its musicians are not by and large 'incredibly talented' and most of the bands listed in the review are not 'incredibly important' either*.It's a good looking buddy flick that idolises an insecure fraternity practising much the same in-house nepotism as the forefathers and fathers they claim to rebel against. And it doesn't have the presence of mind to answer questions its very premise** poses. Like, what cultural cataclysms led to this expressive exodus out of the tyranny of the church, and how do these alcoholic, drug-overdoing narcissists relate to the rest of the poofter patriarchy otherwise known as the so-called South African music scene? I'm hoping that the Fokkof doccie will go the extra 12 miles to answer these and other questions. If it ever gets released.
* SOME of the bands on the DVD are incredibly important, and SOME of the artists in them are incredibly talented, but it is misleading to exaggerate about this to people who might be looking for something else besides what it is, AND not give a decent critique on what posits itself as a glimpse behind a certain curtain.
certain curtain being my acerbic re-appropriation of that hackneyed and prejudiced phrase, 'boerewors curtain' which i find tedious and untrue in its inferences, even though i'm taking a fat bite out of some boerewoes myself right now. come, come, my ladies. no limp biskits about this one, please. try and slate me. or at least answer my questions.
** its premise is that there is something of creative and cultural and commercial depth and worth going on in and coming out of Cape Town's northern suburbs. something of a zeitgeist. replete with handlebars and under 18 bars.