‘The Smell of Apples’ Review: A Sun-Soaked but Chilling Child’s-Eye View of Apartheid-Era Privilege and Denial
Every surface period detail is present and correct to an eerie degree in “The Smell of Apples”: the gawkily short seasonal school uniforms, the ickily patterned kitchen tiles, the garden chairs like steel satellite dishes, the orange-and-brown daisy print that anyone of a certain age will recognize from sundry towels, mattresses and beach umbrellas. Production […]
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