The Gods Must Be Crazy

Savour the profound imperialist symbolism of a Coke bottle dropping out of the sky like an apple of discord into a Botswana bush tribe of beatific innocents; delight in gags of such stunning originality as banana-skin pratfalls and speeded-up car chase scenes; gladden in positive, new images of the developing countries (bumbling black bureaucrats; evil but incompetent terrorists, of course routed mainly by the white 'stars'; and the simple, primitive tribe, with a plummy, patronising voice-over constantly reminding us how quaint and comical they are). Offensively racist and too gormless even for the kids at whom it is evidently aimed: Third World cinema of a quite...uncommon kind.