DON’T LET’S GO TO THE DOGS TONIGHT – Review

LEXI VENTER as Bobo Fuller and ZIKHONA BALI as Sarah, in DON’T LET’S GO TO THE DOGS TONIGHT. Photo: Coco Van Oppens. Courtesy of Sony Pictures Classics

A family drama, told through the eyes of a child, about a white, farm family in the final days of white-ruled Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe, and featuring a remarkable performance by eight-year-old newcomer Lexi Venter, is the subject of actor-turned-director Embeth Davidtz’s DON’T LET’S GO TO THE DOGS TONIGHT. Lexi Venter gives an astonishing, wholly believable performance as seven-year-old Bobo (Alexandra) Fuller, who lives on a south African farm with her parents and older sister in the waning days of the Rhodesian Bush War, as national elections loom that will end white rule in Zimbabwe. First-time director Embeth Davidtz, who partly grew up in South Africa, also wrote the script, adapted from Alexandra Fuller’s bestselling 2001 memoir of the same name. On top of that, Davidtz also stars as Bobo’s mother Nicola Fuller.

Set in 1979-1980 and shot in South Africa, DON’T LET’S GO TO THE DOGS TONIGHT depicts things mostly through seven-year-old Bobo’s point of view, with Bobo serving a narrator, and giving us a child’s-eye views of life, racism, war, and the political turmoil that she witnesses growing up on her white family’s hard-scrabble farm in rural Rhodesia. It is the waning days of the long-running Bush War, and the nation is preparing for elections that will transform it.

The film opens with Bobo (Lexi Venter) whispering that her mother Nicola Fuller (Embeth Davidtz) has told her not to sneak into her room at night lest she might be mistaken for a terrorist and accidentally get shot, by her mom, who sleeps with a big gun in case “terrorists” come into the house at night. Bobo worries about going to the bathroom alone at night, fearful of encountering a terrorist in the house in the middle of the night.

Both her heavily-armed parents are focused on defending their farm, and her father Tim (Rob Van Vuuren) is often gone as he serves in the white militia fighting African “terrorists” in the last days of war, even as elections and political changes loom. The long-running war has left Bobo used to the weapons and situation, as she casually helps her father reload his ammo magazines and toys with a grenade, even as her father looks on. Bobo’s hard-drinking mother Nicola is also armed and vigilant against trespassers on their property, while largely ignoring both her daughters, young Bobo and her older sister Vanessa (Anina Hope Reed).

Bobo is left largely to fend for herself, a wild child dressed in cowboy boots and dingy undershirt and shorts, with uncombed hair and dirty face. The seven-year-old roams around the property on her own on her little motorbike, with a BB gun slung across her back in imitation of her parents.

Bobo’s narration offers neutral observations of the world of both white and African adults. Young Bobo is torn between her family and her love of Sarah (Zikhona Bali), one of two African servants the family employs to care for the house, along with Jacob (Fumani N. Shilubana). Sarah does more to care for the little girl and gives her more attention than her neglectful mother or the rest of her family. Bobo alternates between bossing Sarah, in imitation of her parents, and begging Sarah to tell her stories of her African culture. Clearly, Bobo loves Sarah, who is fond of little Bobo. As Sarah wipes Bobo’s smudged her face and gives her the attention she craves, Jacob voices worries about Sarah’s fondness and caring treatment of the white girl, warning that they are being watched by other Africans, who might misconstrue her actions and think she is a collaborator.

The Fullers’ farm is a ramshackle place that has seen better days, and the same can be said for the family in their rundown home. There is also a “going to the dogs” aspect in Nicola’s nightly drinking bouts, which are accelerating. You especially get a sense of the family’s decline when Bobo and her mother visit Nicola’s prim, starched mother (Judy Ditchfield) and her wheelchair-bound father (Peter Terry) in town. Despite grandmother’s nice tea set and decorum, her cold nature is revealed when she barks at her husband, perhaps left mute by a stroke, to be quiet when he tries to speak. Later, wild child Bobo’s polite exchange with an African family who she finds camped on their farm indicates that she did learn some manners.

Lexi Venter is amazing as Bobo, with a naturalness and ease that makes her child’s view comments completely believable, in one of the best child performances in recent memory. When Venter’s Bobo asks her mother Nicola “Are we racists,” after a visit to Nicola’s mother, Bobo’s haughty grandmother, the question is spoken with exactly the right tone, precisely as a young child would ask it, and it elicits a defensive denial from her mother, although that is at odds with what we observe. In every scene, Lexi Venter is completely believable and natural, whether smarting off, clinging to her beloved Sarah, or explaining the world to us, as she see it.

Embeth Davidtz is wonderful as the troubled Nicola, a complicated woman losing her grip on reality and seized with panic about losing their farm. Zikhona Bali is also a stand-out, as warm-hearted Sarah, who can’t help caring for adoring Bobo despite the risks. Unlike Jacob, Sarah is not from the area near the Fuller’s farm but a distant village with a different people and culture, and feels a bit of an outsider. Her time with Bobo is a release from pressures she feels for her as well as the child.

Using a child’s viewpoint allows director Davidtz to explore issues of racism and attachment to the land in deeper way. Although Nicola Fuller was not born in Zimbabwe, she feels a deep attachment to the land, where she has buried at least one child, and has a fierce need to defend it, which unbalances her judgement. In an encounter with an African family camped on the edge of the farm, she reacts with hysterical threats and deaf ears, ignoring them when they say it was their family farm before it was hers.

Having grown up in South Africa from the age of eight, Embeth Davidtz has unique insights on this historical moment and its family drama, although South Africa and Rhodesia took different paths in ending apartheid. The director also felt a link to the family’s story of alcoholism and mental illness. With the casting of the remarkable Lexi Venter as the lead character, Davidtz scores an strong directorial debut with this drama.

DON’T LET’S GO TO THE DOGS TONIGHT offers an elegantly-told family drama that is set at a pivotal moment in southern African history, which is further elevated by a remarkable performance by child actor Lexi Venter and the film’s child’s-eye view exploration of the roots of racism, war, and conflicting bonds to the same land.

DON’T LET’S GO TO THE DOGS TONIGHT, in English and Shona with English subtitles, opens in theaters on Friday, July 18, 2025.

RATING: 3 out of 4 stars

Review: RED RIDING (Trilogy) 1974, 1980, 1983

The RED RIDING Trilogy, a gritty British crime drama in three parts, comes to us from across the Atlantic courtesy of Tony Grisoni (TIDELAND, FEAR & LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS). Grisoni adapted the movies from the similarly titled novels written by David Peace.

Reviews of the first two installments were written by Adam, with additional commentary by Travis. This trilogy will play in its entirety in Saint Louis beginning Friday, April 9 through April 15. Showtimes and ticket info can be found at Landmark Cinema.

RED RIDING 1974

Directed by Julian Jarrold (KINKY BOOTS), the first installment is set in 1974 –as the title suggests– and plays like a 70’s era noir piece.  The story centers on young and reckless investigative reporter named Eddie Dunford, played by Andrew Garfield (THE IMAGINARIUM OF DOCTOR PARNASSUS). Eddie is ambitious and a bit naive, following the story of three brutally murdered young girls and the possibility of a single serial killer responsible. In his search for a scoop, he crosses paths with corrupt cops on the take, a shady real estate mogul, and a femme fatale in the character of Paula, young widow and mother of one of the murdered children.

To be blunt, it’s not terribly difficult to finger the culprit before the movie is even halfway over. While the story may not be groundbreaking, however, the mood and style of the film are wonderfully grimy, reflecting the sleaziness of the world Eddie sees. The color schemes are all yellows and browns, as Eddie explores the dirty coal-mining villages and Gypsy camps of West Yorkshire, England in economic hard times. Shot in gritty 16mm, this film even looks like it came straight out of the 1970’s.

Great performances are given by the whole cast, especially from Rebecca Hall (THE PRESTIGE, VICKY CRISTINA BARCELONA) as Paula Garland. The true success of the film, however, is exposition: Eddie’s trip down the rabbit hole of corruption, greed, and malice in West Yorkshire prepares the viewer for the violent finale, as well as the next two installments, spanning over ten years covered in the trilogy.

Originally published Review by Adam during the 2009 Chicago International Film Festival


RED RIDING 1980

The second film, RED RIDING 1980, is directed by James Marsh (MAN ON WIRE). Here we meet Peter Hunter, a “squeaky clean” police inspector brought into West Yorkshire to oversee the apparently mishandled search for a serial killer and to root out possible police ineptitude and corruption. Hunter’s own dirty secrets are slowly revealed throughout the film, as well as his history with the West Yorkshire department, where he was brought in six years earlier to solve the mystery of a robbery and shooting rampage at a local high-class club.

While the first installment in the RED RIDING trilogy feels noir-ish, this second installment plays more like a murder mystery. The suspense is more palpable, the suspects more plentiful, and the body count higher. Paddy Considine (IN AMERICA, HOT FUZZ) gives an outstanding portrayal of Peter Hunter as a cop coming undone, combining the Inspector’s passion for justice with the guilt he feels over his personal and professional shortcomings. In contrast to the dirty working world seen in RED RIDING 1974, this film focuses on the sterile whites of the police department and the corruption lying beneath its neutral facade.

As of press time, I was unable to screen the final movie in the trilogy, RED RIDING 1983, so I leave this review –appropriately– as a cliffhanger. I have no doubt that the third film will be just as engrossing as the first two, though. All questions will certainly be answered, but will we be satisfied with the final state of affairs? Stay tuned…

Originally published Review by Adam during the 2009 Chicago International Film Festival


RED RIDING 1983

The third and final installment, RED RIDING 1983, is directed by Anand Tucker (HILARY AND JACKIE, SHOPGIRL). This time around, the story focuses on policeman Maurice Jobson, played by David Morrissey (THE OTHER BOLEYN GIRL). Maurice is remorseful of his past actions and involvement within the West Yorkshire corruption that has run rampant for more than a decade. With a scape goat locked away as the Yorkshire Ripper, Maurice and a small-time lawyer stand alone against West Yorkshire’s corrupt powers that be while the real Yorkshire Killer has yet again added to his brutally depraved list of murders.

RED RIDING 1983 maintains the same tone of mystery as RED RIDING 1980, but brings the story full circle, revealing the true killer. The film dwells on Maurice as he wages an internal battle with his own conscience, visibly crumbling under the pressure of what he’s done and become. As he watches the West Yorkshire corruption continue around him, his regret begins to manifest as an urge to make things right. Mark Addy (THE FULL MONTY) plays the lawyer attempting to appeal the conviction of a mentally-handicapped man framed as the killer. His performance presents the character as an everyman of little stature who makes the difficult decision to fight the wrongs he sees so clearly occurring.

While the trilogy really is best viewed as such, RED RIDING 1983 is perhaps the best of the three, but all three installment are equally great. Also worth noting is Sean Bean (LORD OF THE RINGS, TROY) who delivers a great performance as the overly confident and dangerous businessman John Dawson, a recurring role throughout the trilogy.

Overall Thoughts:

Each film stands on its own, however when combined, the trilogy holds a certain epic quality that resonates throughout THE GODFATHER films, just not on the same level of awesome. One of the fascinating accomplishments of this trilogy is the way it maintains a consistent audio/visual feel throughout, despite using different directors, cinematographers and composers for each installment. Each film has its own unique touch, especially RED RIDING 1980, but all three carry a similar musical tone and the visual style holds the three films together, especially RED RIDING 1974 and 1983.

The story conveys a worst-case scenario, where the darker underbelly of the human mind and our greedy desire for money and power takes unfathomable control. What’s most disturbing about this three-part journey into how black a man’s heart can become, is that the Yorkshire Ripper, a killer who murders young girls and leaves their bodies to be found with actual swan wings sewn to their backs… the utter repulsion of this character is overshadowed by the unbelievable cruelty and lack of any sense of justice or moral responsibility displayed by the West Yorkshire authorities, driven by their lust for “doing whatever they want.”

Overall Combined Rating: 4 out of 5 stars