The year we were born.
There are few things more odd and enjoyable than a New Zealand accent.
And few things more enjoyable than finally finding a decent movie after wading through piles of shit.
This is quite a good film.
And it starts off our survey of kiwi cinema.
Smith gets cucked, but he plays the Jesus figure at the end.
Rebel without a reason.
The Wrong Man meets Godard’s Week-end.
Will we attack Iran?
And what about the “resistance” that Hillary’s loss spawned?
Sam Neill essentially plays Dennis Wilson.
Pacific ocean blue.
Buried weapons caches.
This movie takes some really unseen plot turns.
Several WTF moments.
And the end we also get a bit of Jean Renoir.
“Boeldieu”, shouts Erich von Stroheim.
Dig through film history.
Lots of false flagging here.
Real or fake?
Bloke had some odd travels, what?
Fingers down throat.
Way to out-special New Zealand’s special forces.
Not a country particularly known for that.
Shaves his beard.
We pull for him.
Root for him.
Hitchcock’s mistaken identity foiled.
Harewood Airport (Christchurch).
U.S. Antarctic Research Program (cover).
USAF Mt. John (Washdyke).
This was the intel as of 1974.
From a kiwi student newspaper.
Which segues into the communist guerrilla element of this film.
Which is to say, New Zealand probably did have some dumb fucks who wanted to fight the government.
AND…New Zealand (like most governments) probably has false-flagged when it’s convenient.
Thus we find out the meaning of Sleeping Dogs.
In a fucking motel.
Kiwi special forces driving Toyotas.
Warren Oates does a pretty great job here.
Godard might know him from The Rise and Fall of Legs Diamond.
Smith (Neill) shows the idiocy of radicalization.
But also the sense that it makes.
Poor saps with bleeding hearts.
Just trying to do the right thing.
Just trying to preserve true justice.
In the face of dirty governments.
This movie does not disappoint.
For my money, it is better than Fitzcarraldo.
The RNZAF make sure of that.
Kudos to director Roger Donaldson on a job well done!