Cast overview, first billed only: | |||
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Debbie Brown | ... | Kate |
Farouk Valley-Omar | ... | Indian Hotel Husband (as Fahrug Valley-Omar) | |
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Parinita Jeaven | ... | Indian Hotel Wife |
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David Isaacs | ... | Habib |
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Quanita Adams | ... | Sharifa |
Nthati Moshesh | ... | Lindiwe | |
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Lillian Dube | ... | Mama |
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Kamo Masilo | ... | Thabo |
Eriq Ebouaney | ... | Jean Claude | |
Morné Visser | ... | Morne | |
Nick Boraine | ... | Stephen van Heern | |
Bo Petersen | ... | Shella (as Bo Peterson) | |
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Wayne Harrison | ... | Mr. Nell |
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Anthea Thompson | ... | Mrs. Nell |
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Rick Bacon | ... | Consulate Official |
Ensemble look at people in the orbit of an animal shelter in Cape Town. Kate, the shelter manager, is having an affair with a married man, is estranged from her father, and has caught the eye of a widowed veterinarian. Lindiwe, a single mom, is a domestic for an Afrikaner household and studies at night. Her son becomes the acolyte of Jean Claude, a refugee from Congo with a Ph.D. in astronomy; he's the shelter's handyman, good with people and dogs, hoping to immigrate to Canada. Shairfa, who also works at the shelter, and her husband Habib are trying without success to get pregnant. What is it that holds the matter of the universe together? Written by <jhailey@hotmail.com>
Limp, predictable romantic dramady tries to sell itself with likable, easily relateable characters transcending through to inspirational situations but arrives dead in the water due to the dull performances, trite scripting, and just the glorified made-for-lifetime television feel throughout. Though this may provide substance to some shallow female demographic it caters to throughout the boring character bonding done in this South African town, viewers will rarely maintain interest if they have seen any female ensemble pieces that have even a hint of authenticity. Throughout the movie's professed uplifting tone, the numbingly generic players beat down whatever semi-engaging event this half baked, feel good,Crash-lite chick flick could have been and instead make it an exercise in tedious, stereotypical fluff suitable only for females who wouldn't even care to be bothered thinking about the fact that they've probably seen the same thing done much better so many times before.