It's the Soweto material where the film comes alive. Palcy shoots the 1976 march and the crackdown that follows with real anger, and for a stretch, I actually forgot I was watching a message movie rather than just feeling one. She was the first Black woman to direct a Hollywood studio picture, and it shows in how little patience she has for the white-guilt version of this story. Brando, back after nine years away, turns up for two scenes and steals both — he plays the lawyer like a man who's seen this trial before and already knows the verdict. Mokae gets sidelined though, which is a shame, since he's doing more with less than most of the cast.
The trouble is Sutherland's schoolteacher, whose slow awakening to apartheid is meant to carry the film and mostly just holds it back. Shot and scored like Sunday-night television — competent, a bit flat, in no hurry to surprise you.
Ends well, mind. Season's dry, but it's not exactly barren.
This film is about South Africa at the awful time when the Afrikaners ran their repulsive system of punishing, and indeed killing black people because of the colour of their skin. At times the violence is awful, and I wouldn't recommend the film to anyone who is at all squeamish at the sight of blood. The acting is first rate, particularly from Marlon Brando, who plays a lawyer who defends the victims of the awful punishment. It is not a long part, perhaps only fifteen minutes,, but in that time his genius shines out. Brilliant. Donald Sutherland gives a sensitive performance as the teacher who stands up for the poor people being besieged, and pays an awful price for his struggles. Well worth watching, if only for Brando's performance.
I am not sure how widely this well-made film is known. It has excellent pacing, characterisation, all of it unflinching - with a cameo by Marlon Brando, who brings something of Rumpole to the part. Also the child actors are excellent.