Watched a New Zealand movie the other night, No 2. Rather quaint, and child-like really but I did like it. It is basically about an ol' Nana and her desire to 'name her successor' within the family to carry on her work of looking after everyone. There is a distinctly Kiwi flavour to this film, heartwarming yet right on the nail. I'd go so far as to call it quirky, but have gone off that word for some reason - actually, I made a list of alternative words for quirky but have left it at my desk.
I also am pretty damn sure there is a person in the film that I was at 'varsity with too, but am still reading the microscopic names on the cast list. Why do film people do that?? The credits usually whip past at such a rate of knots you haven't a snowball's chance in hell of reading who was who, let alone who did what, or what that song was.
Then there is the other extreme where they roll by slower than a wet week in Taihape.
Thankfully, there is nothing as dark as in "Once were warriors" which was pretty much a film to watch thru hands over your eyes!!