Tickets to the world premiere

Tickets to the world premiere in Auckland, New Zealand

It’s midnight and I am wandering through the Westhaven marina listening to the halyards rattle and clang against the masts of the yachts. I am in the aftermath of the world premiere. After so many years of “making a film” I have released it to the world. The feeling of seeing it light up the screen and sail away was quite peculiar. I had been wondering how it would feel. Would I feel apprehensive about the reaction? Would I be able to watch it as a film or would I be editing in my head as the scenes rolled by? I was presented then said some words to the effect of “thanks for coming” and hopefully something intelligible about the film. It is a documentary so I was supposed to offer a message and throw down a gauntlet of some political sort. It should elicit some sort of reaction, ignite some sort of passion, move the audience in some way, would it?

The room was quiet and apprehensive, in came the opening images. 94:54 minutes flew by and it was over. There was an ovation and nobody left the cinema. The titles and thanks rolled on and people read and stayed in their seats. Perhaps I had put them all to sleep? SOTK, the new wonderdrug. The lights came up and they were all sitting there looking at me. Oh, yeah, the question and answer section. Many questions were sent from the floor and not one rotten tomato was hurled. Laurie got up and spoke very eloquently about the message and the call to action elicited by the film. Over half an hour of questions and conversations followed and then we met up in the Wintergarden to talk kauri, politics and guitars. Laurie and his whole family, Steve Lane, Nigel Gavin, Greg Steward, and Miranda Adams were all there. The film is a success, so many nice comments and conversations and the world premiere was done.

After everyone drifted off into the night I walked out into the streets of Auckland and received a text from my beautiful friend Fiona saying she and Phillip were at home and would love me to drop over so I took a taxi on Queen street and cruised through the city somewhat quickly. At the Pa road and Manukau road corner we suddenly veered at high speed into a unsuspecting vehicle and speared it broadside causing it to spin wildly into my door smashing me against the dashboard and ramming a now very bent door into my shoulder. After a few stunned moments the taxi driver said nothing and I asked him to move so that I could get out. He demanded the fare. I suggested to him in the politest way possible that I was not very interested in paying and could he please move out of my way. I climbed through the mangled car to the safety of the traffic ridden street and stood there looking at the mess of broken glass and bent cars. The police were there quickly and I decided to evaporate rather than get embroiled in an accident report. I lurched away like Quasimodo and flagged down another cab. I know, I should have learnt my lesson but I just wanted to get away. A lovely evening with Fiona and Phillip then a safe ride back to my hotel and I thought that was enough excitement for today but of course now my shoulder was screaming and I could not sleep so I found myself wandering through the Westhaven marina listening to the halyards rattle and clang off the masts of the yachts. I was in the aftermath of the world premiere.

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Mathurin has been involved in the New Zealand film industry since 1985. Song of the Kauri is his documentary directorial debut and he has surrounded himself with a stellar cast of uniquely talented people who are all impassioned by this project and share a common vision to tell this story. More about Mathurin

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