The End of the Golden Weather

While this is a very New Zealand film, the characterizations of the boy and his family were sustained right to the end. We could have had a "feel-good" ending, but Mason, rightly, chose not to give us that.

I grew up in NZ, and the "feel" of the family's characters are captured very nicely, as were the eccentricities and insensitivies of some of the characters. An excellent family film.

This is a New Zealand drama about young Geoff Crome (Stephen Fulford) who meets Firpo (Stephen Papps), an odd guy who dreams of being an Olympic athlete.

The friendship of the two leads is odd but touching. Firpo's Olympic aspirations along with Geoff's imagination of medieval times provide a creative but odd mix. Throw in the loving parents (Paul Gittins and Gabrielle Hammond) and the love-hate relationship between Geoff and his younger brother (David Taylor), you will get quite the dose of dramatic misadventures.

Much of the characters' acting is whimsical with a childlike innocence.

This can be both touching and annoying at times, especially having to deal with the Firpo character's yells, screams, and squeals. You will definitely have to suspend reality to soak in movie's entire beachside setting, Firpo's Olympic fantasies, and Geoff's imaginative medieval world. While the story is touching, the plot does drag at times.

There is a racing scene which will make you root for Firpo, but of course, the harsh feeling of reality sets in afterward. But this movie does remind you it is OK to escape the sufferings of reality at times and let your imagination take center focus. That is what all we have sometimes to escape this harsh world.

While this movie might be obscure to most Americans, those who watch it might find some familiar actors if they're into the Hercules and Xena fame: Lucy Lawless, Ray Henwood, Alison Bruce, and David Taylor.

Grade B-

The most warming thing about reading the other comments was that the authors referred to the New Zealand quality of the story and the characters. New Zealand is like so many places on earth, yet it is unique, there are many places of which NZ reminds me, but not one place on earth that I have seen visited or lived in, has ever reminded me of NZ.

Mune is not only passionate about NZ and its place in the world of the arts, he is one of the most theatrically minded and astute artists I have ever known. Not only a very fine actor, he also writes directs and mentors.

Bruce Mason was one of New Zealand's most important play-writes and IMHO the most deeply connected and spiritual commentator on New Zealand's social and deep seated development as a nation. A view drawn almost entirely from the soul of its people.

This film gives everyone the opportunity to experience the combined work of one of the nations greatest writers/play-writes in Mason, and one of its great directors as well as its greatest theatrical commentator in Mune.

Treat this film like a true friend and take Polonious' advice, "grapple(it)to thy soul with hoops of steel".

I cannot understand how anyone could feel positively towards this film; the acting is embarrassing, the dialogue filled with trivial clichés, the pacing and direction plodding and apparently self-absorbed. This is the sort of film where you feel the director and writer thought they were really clever - except they turned out boring, hackneyed, moronic pap.

There is the nasty feeling that the actors all believe they are on a stage - on film they really look like they're over-acting. Some of the scenes are toe-curling in their pantomime quality.

I do not like to criticise a child's acting, but the young boy, Stephen Fulford, is not capable of carrying the film. The blame, though, lies squarely on the shoulders of Ian Mune and Bruce Mason - no actor could deliver such dull, obvious lines and come out with any self-respect.

There are a million films that deliver quirky character with intelligence, wit and respect - What's Eating Gibert Grape?, Benny and Joon, Twin Peaks, Bad Boy Bubby, and Tim Burton or Coen Brothers film. Go and see any of those instead, or be prepared to fall asleep or fast forward this dull tripe.

Oh what a romp. Oh sure it is ridiculous. But it's very clever. And the acting is wonderful. And it has quite a bit of fantasy. It certainly produces a lot of memories that I wish had gone that well. It's certainly a very pale movie. Oh and a bit of religious philosophy thrown in here and there. It reminds me of being a kid and other kids would have a fraction of some religious concept they had heard and could not explain it very well so we didn't know if they knew something or what was going on. Like I remember a kid telling us that saying the word "God" was a sin and of course he was saying the word in order to tell us and anyway. And that crazy character reminds me of Johnny Rotten. Is he imaginary?