THE guy who runs my local cafe was putting decorations up yesterday with a face like the Grinch nursing an ingrowing toenail. Customers expected the place to be festive, he sighed, so he was ...

His breath trembled against my shoulder as he whispered, “Lerato, please don’t go.” I felt the warmth of him drift and cool as I stepped back. My pulse thudded like a warning I could no longer ignore.

The Threshing director Sean Mannion details how he and his team shot the acclaimed horror film on a working farm.