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ĀteaMarch 8, 2021

Cousins tells Māori stories with subtlety, kindness and aroha

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A film adaptation of Patricia Grace’s novel Cousins, directed by Māori directors Briar Grace-Smith and Ainsley Gardiner, is a hopeful glimpse at what could be a new era of cinema in New Zealand, writes Charlotte Muru-Lanning.

It says a lot about our expectations of New Zealand cinema that seeing Māori characters treated with kindness left such an enormous impression on me. In fact, it floored me. Māori are so used to our own being portrayed as negative stereotypes, and it was a relief to see something entirely different.

Cousins treats our people and our tikanga with a tenderness rarely seen on our screens. Māori women are front and centre, portrayed as complex and multi-layered leaders, each in their own specific way. Māori male characters, rather than being depicted as violent or angry as they so often have been, are instead loving husbands, kind caretakers and gentle kaumātua.

It’s a film defined by aroha – something director and producer Ainsley Gardiner says “is a big part of what it is to be Māori, and we forget that when so often that side of us isn’t shown”.

Based on Patricia Grace’s 1992 novel of the same name, Cousins follows the interwoven stories of Mata, Makareta and Missy. They’re characters that, while each so different, feel familiar and recognisable. Like the book, the film moves between the 1940s and the present day, constantly shifting back and forth in time as the three cousins – each played by three different actors, at different ages – navigate the world around them. The film is intimate and you’re often drawn in close to the characters, with the camera nestled among the three or looking at the world from their point of view. 

The film deals with complex cultural practices like taumau (Māori arranged marriage, also called tomo) with the same gentle hand it uses for its characters. All of the complexities of the custom are portrayed with care. In the film, taumau goes beyond the two individuals involved. We’re shown the very real hurt that can come from the practice, but we’re also shown its strength and beauty. 

“The marriage is a metaphor for the survival of our community and our land,” says Gardiner. “It’s not an individualistic pursuit, it’s not romantic, but it ends positively.”

A still from the film featuring Mata, Makareta and Missy (Image: Supplied)

Whakapapa links the characters to their land and each has a very different relationship with the idea of home. The first character we meet, Mata (played by Te Raukura Gray, Ana Scotney and Tanea Heke), is separated from home by being uplifted and put into state care as a child. All the while, her whānau struggle to have her returned. Her separation has ongoing ramifications for her own sense of cultural identity and is a source of mamae for her family, especially for her two cousins, who search for her throughout the film. 

Makareta (played by Mihi Te Rauhi Daniels, Tioreore Melbourne and Briar Grace-Smith) moves away from home, to Wellington, while Missy (played by Hariata Moriarty, Keyahne Patrick Williams and Rachel House) stays at the pā, holding the fort as a proposed motorway threatens to cut through the whenua. The diverging paths of each of the cousins reflects the diversity of Māori experiences. You’ll likely see something in each of the characters that reminds you of people you know; your aunties, nanas, friends, maybe even yourself.

Subtle conflicts in the film will be familiar for many Māori. Missy, busy in the marae kitchen and on the phone to Makareta, rolls her eyes as Makareta justifies staying in the city. Missy is keeping the fires burning at home, yet Makareta uses her legal knowledge to fight the threat to their land. While they approach it differently, they both have the same objective: protecting their whenua.

Although the film traverses these contemporary political issues for Māori – colonisation, land loss and state uplifts of children – the film-makers are intentionally subtle in the way they deal with political themes. Rather than being explicit, they are portrayed as an inherent part of the cousins’ world. These women live and breathe the intergenerational effects of colonisation, and for them, as for all Māori, politics is part of the furniture.   

“An indigenous story is inherently cultural, social, political, so that’s just naturally what happened,” says Briar Grace-Smith, who wrote the script, directed and also starred in the film as Makareta.

Like the novel, the film isn’t bound by limiting Māori stories to responses to colonisation; it’s political through its understanding of traditional Māori ways of doing things and of seeing the world.

Beyond the themes and the content, the way the story is told is itself indigenous. Māori storytelling traditions are echoed in the fragmented and non-linear narrative. By operating in the present and the past, time is fluid in the film, just as it is in te ao Māori.

Throughout the film ghosts appear, but are treated as expected and non-threatening. Children see taniwha and often seem spellbound by everyday objects, like marbles. They’re moments that show how for Māori, the magical is intertwined with the everyday. “It’s a metaphor for how our spirituality works,” says Gardiner. “This idea that the living and the dead are just alongside; there’s not two realms, there’s just this realm.

“This is a different way of storytelling but it’s just as valid as what we’ve learnt from the western tradition,” she says.

The film has a rich whakapapa, the enormity of which you feel while watching. Pioneering Māori film-maker Merata Mita, who died in 2010, had originally planned to adapt Cousins into a film and worked on a script with the book’s author, Patricia Grace, in the 1990s. Briar Grace-Smith, Patricia Grace’s daughter-in-law, wrote the new screenplay, and says the work Mita and Grace had already done adapting the novel – and the problems they’d encountered along the way – paved the way for her version. It’s the many hands that have touched this film that make it so important. 

“It was one of the most beautiful film scripts I’d ever read,” says Gardiner. “It was tragic that Merata’s film was never made, but for us it just forms part of the whakapapa of the film – not the content of it, but the spirit of it.”

Directors Briar Grace-Smith and Ainsley Gardiner on location for Cousins (Image: Supplied)

Grace-Smith says it was a lack of support at the time Mita was working that prevented the film from being made then. Social changes, spearheaded by global movements for women and indigenous groups, have forced change that’s made the film possible today. “It’s the idea that marginalised voices have value, and the mainstream is starting to take notice.”

Mainstream audiences, says Gardiner, are “starting to understand that the things that are in indigenous storytelling and in the voices of marginalised people are actually the things that deeply resonate with us as humans”.

Change is happening, but it’s slow. In Aotearoa screen history, it remains incredibly rare to have a film made by Māori women. That this film has been made by two Māori women is of course cause for celebration, but also an appalling reality for the directors. Cousins is the first feature length film directed by Māori women since Merata Mita’s groundbreaking 1988 film Mauri. There have been incredible short films, television films and documentaries made by Māori women in the meantime too. But in 2021, it’s frustrating that we’re still marking ‘firsts’ at all in Māori film-making.

“We don’t want that accolade, we want to be holding hands with a dozen other Māori women who have made feature films,” says Gardiner.

Cousins is a film that achieves so much, and yet it’s the subtle moments of the film that stay with you long after watching. Really, it’s hard to find the exact words to describe why Cousins has left such an impression on me. It’s all fleeting feelings that sway between warmth for the characters and the real-life people they remind me of; and anger over land and children taken by the state. Just like the rest of the audience, I left the cinema teary-eyed both times I’ve watched it. I think everyone had a sense of how important the film is in itself, but also a sense of hope for the possibilities of Māori storytelling on our screens that lie ahead. 

Cousins is screening in cinemas nationwide now

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Briar Grace-Smith at Paraparaumu Library. Image: Ebony Lamb
Briar Grace-Smith at Paraparaumu Library. Image: Ebony Lamb

OPINIONBooksMarch 4, 2021

Briar Grace-Smith: What my library means to me 

Briar Grace-Smith at Paraparaumu Library. Image: Ebony Lamb
Briar Grace-Smith at Paraparaumu Library. Image: Ebony Lamb

At first it was about the books, but my relationship with my local library has since become about a whole lot more, writes Briar Grace-Smith, whose feature film Cousins premiered last night.

I’ve done my time in libraries around the country, popping in and out of them on writers’ tours for readings, or parking up at a desk to write, but the one I’ve had a meaningful relationship with is Paraparaumu.

By the time we got together, the old and very plain library had been replaced with a spacecraft that nestled alongside wetlands occupied by ducks, pukeko and native bush. A stream – somehow managing to ditch its swag of McDonald’s wrappings collected on its jaunt past Coastlands shopping mall – runs prettily alongside. The glass side of the building captures the reflections of the clouds and sky; an echo perhaps of the dreaming going on within.

As the automatic doors of the craft softly slide open and I step inside I’m struck by what lies in front of me. On its journey through time the library has changed. It’s no longer just a place for books and their readers, but is becoming a reflection of the community that it sits in.

In a far corner, a JP takes a trickle of people through the protocols of getting a new passport. I see older people sitting in pairs or clusters sharing knowledge with those who have learning disabilities, or others who are new to the country. As always, a couple of students sleep head down in text books snoring up their words, while others read the free newspapers on offer. I’ve been here in the evenings to eat cheese, drink wine and listen to readings. I’ve sat on panels and answered questions and been to art exhibitions.

But my relationship with the library, at first, was all about the books.

As a sensitive child who slunk into teenage-hood with an attitude and, later, a young mum juggling kids and theatre work, books allowed me to slip through portals from my domestic world into other realms and experiences. The most affecting stories helped me make sense of who I was and probably influenced what I chose to write about.

At 14 I read Mutuwhenua by Patricia Grace. This was the first time I’d read a book that talked to my experience as a young Māori woman, at that time struggling with her identity. On putting it down I immediately picked it back up and read it again. The Life and Times of Patuone by Charles Oliver Davis, the story of my ancestor was a book that I loaned many times. Born on the cusp of epic change, Patuone was about five when he went out in a waka with his father to meet Captain Cook on the Endeavour. I was always moved when I thought about the turbulence he must’ve gone through. When our house in Paekākāriki was mostly gutted by fire in the late 90s, the library’s copy of Patuone was one of the only things to survive the flames.

With its couches and scattered cushions the library is a place that at once reminds me of home – I can sprawl out on a beanbag and swig on that takeaway coffee I have hidden under my jacket while reading. But also, as “the keeper of books” – of objects that connect me to a distant past and to the creative mind – it is a place I hold in reverence.

Briar Grace-Smith at Paraparaumu Library. Image: Ebony Lamb

I am not a bossy person but “shush” I hiss at anyone who dares talk loudly on a cellphone. And if I meet anyone I know, I attempt to keep our whispers focused on library-relevant issues, such as the deep-rooted sexism in literary awards or Tusiata Avia’s latest collection of poetry.

My commitment to my local developed after I’d had the youngest and most diva-esque of our children, attempting to juggle writing and motherhood after a bit of a gap. As a way to give us both space I would take her to the library. I had hopes that while she played with the foam jigsaw puzzles on offer or poked gently at picture books, I’d fit in a sprint to the Māori section and pick up that new book on mythology. However this baby proved to be more of a book flinger than a book lover. She also loved to jump on chairs, drag younger babies from their nests for “hugs” and scream if I even attempted to read to her. That’s when we discovered the outside play area with its swings and slides.

Now Mairehau only goes inside a library when she has too. “It just feels restrictive,” she says. As I look around, I notice the spaces left by her and many other young people today who are like her – loud, device-wielding, smart teens.

“What would bring you into a library now you’ve outgrown the slide?” I ask her. “Food,” she says, “more technology and spaces where we can just hang out and talk without people being annoyed at us.” While still encouraging a relationship to the story and knowledge, is it possible for the library to create spaces that include their needs and oh and … could there also be a place for people like me who like to read and drink coffee at the same time?

Once my daughter became more independent, the library and I reached a good place together. Arriving early I would bully my way into one of the much coveted spots by the windows. Once there I would write for a couple of hours, in between gazing out of the windows at the often turbulent skies and the pukeko who dwelled beneath them – they always seemed to be mating or attacking each other. I would hover between the shelves of the fiction section, sliding books in and out and peering inside as their titles, covers, or blurbs seduced me. I would flick through the CDs and DVDs and emerge with a pile that I would never have the time to get through, but still I had to take them all home, because my house desperately needed more clutter.

My life has changed again since then. I don’t get to spend much time in libraries any more. But I look forward to another time, when a new and different relationship with a library will begin. And when that happens I wonder what changes I will see inside, as the doors softly slide open.

This text was originally commissioned by Public Libraries of New Zealand under editor Mark Amery