It’s been quite awhile since I’ve gone to see a movie in Harare. My last memory of a movie outing was going to the 7 Arts where I found one of the ushers frying fish behind the sweet counter. I wasn’t charmed. The smell of fish mixed with popcorn doesn’t quite do it for me. Maybe there’s a renegade working at the state-controlled Herald newspaper because while I was browsing the movie listings last night I saw the title of a film that singularly sums up how many Zimbabweans feel about Bob.

No Country for Old Man is playing at the Elite 100.

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