As a South African Boer boy, I belong wholly and entirely to this grassy world of boy becomes man story. Walk barefoot the tingly carpet of fresh-cut grass, grow up with Dad- that-should have-been by your side. Learn what it is to be, rather than pretend to be really means. Cut the grass with a rusty mower, dip in quick icy waters, sleep on a bed of hay, dream the world at your feet, be a hero in a day, mow the grass and feel like a Man. This picture shook me and thrilled me and I am going home again. The cinematography is minimal. All that matters is the slight look, a whiff of of colour, the bare skin, the clack of the mower, the neigh of the horse, the drop of the rain. P
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