Huh? WTF? In the opening scene of The City, that was my initial reaction. At first it seemed that I'd rocked up for a comedy - great, sweet! - but simple absurdity soon progressed to a more thoughtful and layered piece, infused with something sinister and creepy. I'm still not sure how to classify this work - and that is a good thing.
I was recently visiting some family in Paraparaumu, about 40 minutes north of Wellington, and took my young cousins into town to see Taika Waititi's new film Boy. It was their idea, all their friends had been telling them how good it was and it has been one of the highest grossing local productions at the New Zealand box office ever. I knew nothing about it at the time except that I had really enjoyed Waititi's previous film Eagle Vs Shark and loved Flight of the Conchords which he had both written on and directed, besides it was about teenage boys in New Zealand so it seemed perfect for the cousins.
What surprised me most was that, on watching it, it seemed like the film was actually perfect for me.
"No explanation... no mix of words, music or memory could touch the sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time in the world... Whatever it meant." Hunter S. Thompson - Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (A Savage Journey into the Heart of the American Dream) (1971).