Do we really need a 'politically correct' footnote to Mapantsula, directed by another young, white South African keen to establish Sowetan street-cred? Laid off during a strike at the metal foundry, the stolidly principled BT comes under pressure from the members of his late brother's gang to get into the car-theft business. No big problem, until he presents a stolen car to the woman he has a crush on - getting her and her right-on activist friends into trouble, and bringing BT himself under the thumb of a ruthless Mr Big. The real trouble is that this is written as a pessimistic lefty tract, rather amateurishly acted, and shot without flair. The old label fits: worthy but dull.