I was excited to see a movie from South Africa, as I've seen few, if any, but I found this production to be gimmicky and too long by half.
First, it's in black and white for no discernible reason. In addition, the main character, the impassive Parker Sithole (Mothusi Mogano), doesn't utter an intelligible word until an hour and 45 minutes into the action. This scheme takes the viewer out of the story to ask herself, "Is he going to say something now?" It's needlessly distracting.
I will admit that the movie ends on a very surprising, effective, and chilling note -- albeit derivative of such horror chestnuts as "Halloween" and "The Stepfather." It's just one of many elements here suggesting an identity crisis. "Of Good Report" seems not to know what it really wants to be -- abuse drama or cower-behind-the-covers terror film?
The practically mute Sithole is a man with a past, and, like the killers in Zola's classic "Therese Raquin," he is haunted by a horrible crime of liberation ("Boy, boy!") He is also a master of disguise who can pass as a high-school English teacher familiar with the likes of Shakespeare and Keats. Quotes from the poets on his chalkboard lend a sense of foreboding: "I will wear my heart on my sleeve for daws to peck on it. I am not what I am" (from "Othello"), and, from Keats: "Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art."
The enigmatic Sithole seduces a lovely and troubled student from his class, Nolitha (Petronella Tshuma), only to embark on a path of obsessive control. The movie creates significant tension as, at various junctures, we feel he's on the verge of being discovered. Nolitha's fatal flaw is that, for whatever reason, she chooses to protect this creep. An insane songtrack plays at Nolitha's climactic moment of danger. (I was sorely disappointed not to have been able to identify it from the credits.)
This film becomes lugubrious, grim, and shockingly graphic. Interestingly, Icelanders co-produced.