The Johannesberg shown in “Bunny Chow” at the Melbourne International Film Festival is a city that consists of terrace houses, blue-stone alleys, freewayed city, outdoor cafe precints and different ethnic streets with restaurants. It is populated by casually multi-cultural care-free trendy inner-urban young people focussed on sex, drugs and outdoor bush-doof and their own dramas. Watching it, I frequently felt a strange sense of recognition and of familiarity. Sure many of the characters were black africans and their accent was endearingly south african but the setting and their lifes could have been in Fitzroy or Collingwood or St Kilda.
Has the world grown so small?