Indelible Freckles

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Country:New Zealand

A New Zealand screenwriter. A blank screen. And an internet connection.

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By Source, Fair use, Link I’ve been rewriting and rewriting a post about comparing the experience of watching a four-hour headache-inducing director’s cut of a blockbuster with a tender and emotionally engaging 90-minute indy, and I have...

Wheel Reinventing

on Feb 12, 2021 in: Television

Late last year, I got asked to work up a little something that would probably open with — BASED ON A TRUE STORY. I hadn’t done a based-on-actual-events job before* but I accepted the gig because 1. it paid, and 2. how hard could it be? The ...

Plan v Life

on Jan 8, 2021

Yes, 2020 was quite the year. I had plans: people I’d worked with in the preceding years also had plans that were progressing, and those progressing plans’ becoming could/would/should have made 2020, like, My Year. But, alas. I could/woul...

By Source (WP:NFCC#4), Fair use, Link Features enjoyed: Uncut Gems Judy Blades of Glory Merata: How Mum Decolonised the Screen Tell Me Who I Am By Source (WP:NFCC#4), Fair use, Link Television savoured: Mr Inbetween S01–02 The Casketeers S03 Zero Z...


on Dec 21, 2020

INT. DEN, FORTRESS MAMEA -- AFTERNOON THE LOVELY WIFE, a slab of “Owner Builder” MAGAZINES on her lap, glances up at her PET WRITER’s reading: a NOVEL by [a very famous New Zild writer]. THE LOVELY WIFE How’s it going?

WE ARE MANY: a clinic

on Dec 14, 2020 in: Theatre

Last weekend, Playmarket provided a one-day clinic for We Are Many, a newish play inspired by the Womens Mau Movement who continued passive resistance against the New Zealand occupation in 1930s Samoa. The clinic was followed by a public reading wher...

Walking Dead Forever

on Aug 8, 2020 in: Comics

This time last year, I opened up issue 192 of The Walking Dead and did my usual first-pass read — the kind of breath-held-whaat’s-happeniiing-neeeext first-pass read — and partway through I sat back, stunned. I remember turning to...