Sheila Benson's suggestion that "The Gods Must Be Crazy" "succeeds because it continues comfortable racial stereotypes" is completely absurd (Critic's Notes, May 5). This film succeeds because it is a wonderful comedy, full of heart, compassion and rare humanity.

As for her assertion that it is a film with "an insidious point of view," all I can say "Oh, please. . . ." It is a film of delightful charm and innocence, a window on what we've given up to become so hip, urbane and sophisticated.

The greatest mystery of all is how Benson could turn a review of Jamie Uys' visionary work into a diatribe on the horrors of apartheid. Indeed, she seems to lay the issue at the film maker's feet, and suggest that by his contribution to the language and literature of the film medium, he is in some way responsible for perpetuating this atrocity.

If it is Benson's lot in life to criticize, so be it. Let us hope she will begin to invest into her work some of the depth and sensitivity that Jamie Uys invests into his.


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