The End of the Golden Weather

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.

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.

In comparison to other outsider-friedship films, this movie from New Zealand belongs to the better ones, though I know that particularly in this corner of the world, outsider movies are frequently produced („Spider & Rose`, „Heavenly Creatures`). Also especially in Australian and New Zealand movies the characters are particularly weird. When in the beginning of „The End of the Golden Weather`, Geoff comes across that fat woman with a terribly jarring voice and then her tiny sister, somehow I wasn't surprised at all. Got used to that.

So, it's true that much is typical in this film. The extremeness of New Zealand's characters can still be quite enervating though. Apart from that, it's an unusual way the movie takes. The fact that Firpo, Geoff's friend, is a complete idiot, is so obvious and explicitly acted out by Stephen Papps that it makes no sense to try and present him as anything else, and besides, nobody knows what made him so mentally retarded. The way the two guys deal with their outsider position, the development of their friednship and the inevitable ending are sensitively worked out, I was surprised how sensitively, because as I said, at first sight all the characters are rather awkward.

On the whole, an interesting movie, not everybody might like it, others will be moved to tears. I give it a ranking of 7 out of 10.

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?

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".