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MediaFebruary 12, 2016

“I have no time for the ‘Māori with a job’ story” – An interview with Mana Magazine’s Leonie Hayden

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The venerable Mana magazine has undergone a rude second act lately, under the sharp eye of its newish editor Leonie Hayden. Duncan Greive had lunch with her, and asked how she did it.

Leonie Hayden was appointed editor of Mana magazine in June of 2014, 21 years and 117 issues after its founding by broadcaster and entrepreneur Derek Fox. The magazine had just been taken over by Kowhai Media, publishers of New Zealand Geographic and Pro Photographer magazines, on something which resembled a lease. It was a bold and brave move by a Pākehā publishing company, one they doubled down on by recruiting Hayden, whose background was in music media, to take over such a revered publication, one which carried so much meaning within Māori media.

Both parties obviously understood the magnitude of the responsibility though, and Hayden and Kowhai’s Mana is a revelation: smart, inquisitive, restless and above all modern, all wrapped up in a design as strong as any contemporary New Zealand magazine.

As large an impact as she’s had on the magazine, the magazine has had at least as profound an effect on her. I’ve known Leonie for over half my life – we met as teenage dirtbags, when I was working at the Warehouse Newmarket with a friend of hers. We were colleagues at Real Groove and Groove Guide, and have stayed close for near on 20 years.

While she was a very capable editor of Groove Guide, it seemed a job and not a calling. Mana though has proven transformational: have never seen her so driven, so determined and with such a sense of mission as she’s had these past couple of years. As a friend (and office-mate – Kowhai are The Spinoff’s roomies at our Britomart offices) it’s been revelatory to watch her so quickly become one of the most interesting and funniest voices on Māori political and social life.

It’s been a beautiful thing to watch an old friend find a job which has imbued her life with so much meaning. I wanted to know how it all happened, and how it felt. So on Tuesday she and I went out for lunch and talked about Mana, her family life (she was adopted and only recently reconnected with her birth family) and the state of Māori, media and Māori media in New Zealand today. She’d just returned from a trip Waitangi, so that’s where we started.

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Leonie Hayden at a TPP march (photo: Yule Maloney)

Duncan: You’ve just absorbed all media coverage of and around Waitangi Day [ahead of a Mediawatch appearance this weekend]. How was it?

Leonie: After reading all of this media about Waitangi I’ve become convinced that the people that object to protest and activism are quite literally the most comfortable people in our society. They’re older, rich, Pākehā men with a level of celebrity, who are always the loudest about how awful protest and activism is.

Because it’s an uncomfortable thing. The rest of the world are kind of used to discomfort. It’s interesting to us; if you want everything to be all happy and tickety-boo all the time and not challenge you in any way, then it’s really, really offensive.

I guess if the New Zealand that you see at all times is fucking great – it’s places like this [gesticulates to Britomart] and boats, and nice cars and all the rest of it – then anything which suggests that there’s something wrong with that, you’ll find offensive.

That’s right. Like, this year it’s Mike Hosking. 2014 it was Cameron Slater. A couple of years before that it was Paul Holmes with that New Zealand Herald column, which was easily the most racist thing I’ve ever read in my entire life. He basically implied that all Māori people beat their children, and then when the Press Council upheld the complaints against him, he changed that to mean, no no, only Waitangi protesters; I wasn’t talking about all Māori, I was just talking about Waitangi protesters.

That’s the thing that they have in common – they all occupy this strata in our society of pure and utter comfort, and privilege. And so of course it’s annoying to them, and uncomfortable for them, because this is not their experience of New Zealand; this is not their New Zealand. So how dare anyone else get up in arms about anything. And you just sort of start to find these common threads amongst people that have similar opinions.

Tell me about your time up at Waitangi.

It was my first time at Waitangi on Waitangi Day. I missed most of the day prior actually, because I was stuck in traffic trying to get there, so I missed most of the political korero. Went straight to the official opening of the Waitangi Museum, the new museum, which was full of Ngāpuhi kaumatua and National MPs.

The main impression I took away from [that day] has to do with media misrepresentation, because like any other Māori gathering or function, you have to talk a bit, the bit where you discuss and debate and disagree; and that’s followed by hongi and harirū, where you shake hands, and you meet the person you’ve been disagreeing with for the last few hours face to face. And then you eat together, and then you sing and laugh and hang out.

Those are all the bits that you don’t see in the media; you just see the protests and the disruption, and people feeling angry about historical issues, contemporary issues, whatever. But I feel like that doesn’t just misrepresent Waitangi and Waitangi Day, but I think it misrepresents Māori culture as a whole because I don’t think you can get more civilised than those proceedings, in order to discuss a subject.

I mean John Key didn’t come because he felt like he was being gagged. But to be honest the real Māori thing to do would be just to show up and talk about whatever the hell you wanted to talk about anyway, you know? He should’ve just stood up and talked about whatever the hell he wanted to talk about; that’s what everyone else does at Waitangi.

I really feel like it just got used as an excuse not to go. And if the actual excuse was he was, like, scared of bodily harm I would respect that because I can’t in all honestly say that he wasn’t at risk, because people are really angry. And it would only take one very angry protester with maybe not as much self control as is desirable to lash out. So I’m not saying he wasn’t under any physical threat, but he should have acknowledged that and not just used his ‘I’m being gagged, I can’t go’, as an excuse, because I feel like that’s quite cowardly. And poor old Steven Joyce had to take one in the face instead of John Key.

It was a beautiful moment, one which we should remember for future generations. Maybe that can be the national day for Mike Hosking and all those guys; the ones who can’t handle Waitangi Day.

That can be their national day – Dildo Day for a bunch of freaking dildos.

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So Waitangi Day itself – how was it?

It was fun. We got to Te Whare Runanga, which is the carved meeting house on the Treaty Grounds – not Te Tii Marae where all the talking goes down – for the 5am dawn ceremony. Which is very religious but it’s non-denominational, so they have basically a representative of every church and every political party, and a few of the military branches; they all offer up a prayer.

Which for the most part is all goodwill for the future of Māori and Pākehā relationships, you know; there’s nothing contentious or disruptive about the official proceedings of Waitangi. And they raise a flag, a bishop blesses everybody, and they go about their day just enjoying the festival itself, which is just food and entertainment and Kapa haka performances. I think the irony of it is if you actually go to Waitangi on Waitangi Day, like all the things that people bemoan should happen on Waitangi Day are literally happening at Waitangi.

It’s crazy. “It should be a day of celebration” – it fucking is!

I wonder if [Mike Hosking] has been up there?

I’m willing to bet an entire year’s salary that Mike Hosking has never been to Waitangi on Waitangi Day.

Seems like a pretty good bet. Tell me about your background in journalism and writing prior to Mana.

Well, let’s be honest, my background in journalism or writing or whatever is bullshit. I didn’t do anything of any note whatsoever before 2014. Music journalism is cool or whatever, but I can’t seriously point to anything that I wrote during that time that made any difference to anybody, that challenged me intellectually in any way [laughs]. I don’t really feel like I started writing even in the fledgling, learning sense of the word, until I started working at Mana, which is probably not ideal. Like, becoming the editor is probably not a great time to start learning how to write.

But that is exactly how I feel. A lot of it has to do with my publisher, James [Frankham, New Zealand Geographic editor and publisher at Kowhai Media], who is a very good editor, and edited me right from the get-go with as critical an eye as an editor can. Which as you already know improves your writing in leaps and bounds so quickly.

And just before that time I never really saw myself as really being that skilled a writer, but it turns out that it’s not so much how you say it but what you have to say, I think. That’s another lesson I’m learning, that, like, journalism students probably learn in their first year or whatever. I’m a slow learner, but I get there in the end.

So when you saw the role advertised did you know immediately that you were going to go for it? Were you excited or was there a process of assimilation?

I didn’t see it advertised. James more or less headhunted me for it, which at the time felt ridiculous. For so many reasons – I had been made redundant from two publishing jobs in quite quick succession; I had vowed I would never go back to publishing. So when I saw that email come through for him I laughed out loud; quite literally in front of my computer, laughed at the ridiculousness of his offer. And then also the way Mana had been going, it was quite hokey design-wise; like, the last issue I’d seen had probably been five or six years earlier; I’d never seen it since.

So everything led to ‘no’; all things pointed to ‘no’. Until I met with Mark and James and that was like, ‘holy shit, these guys are actually incredible and know what they’re doing, and this might be a version of a publishing company that actually works really well’. And I was right.

Was there any trepidation coming into it?

I was terrified. But pretty much everything I’ve ever done I thought I couldn’t do, so I did it anyway, because I just assumed I’m talking bullshit to myself. Which tends to be a similar story to anyone who’s ever done anything of any note, that they didn’t think they could do it, and they just blagged their way through it, or whatever. So sometimes you’ve just got to trust that if someone else tells you you can do it, then maybe you can. So I just did it, and learnt.

So where Mana sat in your head when you were first approached was this kind of stale publication that probably once had a lot of meaning, but maybe had lost its way a little. How did you find it when you arrived and what was your vision for making it relevant again?

I probably didn’t give Mana enough credit when I came on board, and I think it had purely to do with the design aesthetic, which was very much still stuck in the past; and so I don’t think I did give it enough credit for its content. A lot of the content was quite dry and advertorial, disguised as editorial. But aside from that it’s a really comprehensive, contemporary Māori history. Like, as a whole body of work, the Mana archive is just absolutely incredible, and I don’t think, as someone who’d casually read an issue here and there over the years, I don’t think I really gave it enough credit for that.

So when I started I basically just began by diving into the archive. And our version of the archive isn’t actually even complete, so there are issues of Mana that I’ve never read. But I figured, as most Māori projects, they need to have a basis and history, and tikanga; you can’t just come along and burn it down and build something in its place without paying respect to what came before it. So I basically just tried to take all the threads that gave Mana its mana, by being of Māori and for Māori and from our unique perspective, and just tried to build those up, rather than reinventing the wheel. Because it didn’t need to be, it just needed a coat of paint. It needed a coat of paint, it needed some new voices.

Aside from the writers, what are the other challenges that you’ve experienced? I find your social media commentary of… like periodically there’d be a little eruption of insight into your job which is deeply and blackly funny.

Yeah, funny and tragic. I think one of the biggest challenges in editing Mana is how other people perceive what a story that is interesting to Māori is. As with any other media outlet you get pitched a lot of stories from like, publicists. It might just be a matter of them just doing their jobs, but I get pitched stories by people who think that such-and-such would be an interesting story for Māori just because it has a Māori in it.

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It doesn’t make it an interesting story. I have this utmost distaste for the Māori with the job story, i.e, you should do a story on my friend, he’s a lawyer, and that’s the pitch. It’s like, you wouldn’t pitch that to Metro, just, “I’ve got a friend who’s made a lot of money.” That’s not a story. But somehow, from an outsider’s perspective, like every single successful Māori is somehow an interesting story for other Māori. And we do place a lot of emphasis on providing inspiration and aspiration for Māori, but it has to still be creative and it has to still tell a story.

Obviously we at the Spinoff like to think that we’re a good PC-gone-mad organisation that tries to consider issues of gender and sexuality and ethnicity, and yet a couple of weeks ago we just somehow stumbled into publishing a list of the 100 greatest works of New Zealand non-fiction; it was very funny and very intentionally quarrelsome…

…And unintentionally quarrelsome [laughs].

Totally! It had almost no Māori on it at all – a situation you graciously helped us amend and apologise for. But, not wanting to sound too arrogant about it, if we can do it it must happen quite a lot. What’s your perspective on the kind of state of Māori representation in New Zealand media?

Well, one of the items on that ultimate list that we provided to you guys was Ranginui Walker’s column in The Listener in the ‘80s and ‘90s, and Syd Jackson’s column for Metro. And that prompted a discussion on Public Address over the last couple of days about where Māori columnists are, where Māori opinion is being printed and published. And it was interesting; the sorts of people who were asking the question – I think the Twitter discussion was prompted by Russ Brown, and he’s a fairly on-to-it guy, he’s got a show on Māori television, so he’s not at all out of touch with Māori media – but he was very genuinely asking the question.

But it was being answered for him by people who work in the Māori media, like Mihingarangi Forbes, with just literally the names of 20-odd Māori writers and columnists. So we’re still weirdly operating in like this shadowland of ultimate media where, because we’re in it, it’s all around us and it all seems like… these are big names in Māori media so therefore to us they must be big names in media, but then it turns out that these people who are quite savvy to these things still haven’t heard of these people, don’t read these people.

At Mana we publish incredibly savvy people that operate in mainstream business and finance, and media commentary; they’re not living in a forest or in some kind of rural Māori community, they’re writing about urban Māori issues, and they’re everywhere. So I don’t know; I don’t know why that visibility doesn’t exist. I don’t know why more people don’t watch Māori television, because even if you’re talking about non-Māori content like the films and documentaries that they programme, are better than literally every other television station. Is it the fact that it’s got the word Māori in the title that stops people from turning over? I don’t know.

This is the cover of the latest issue of Mana. You should buy it!
This is the cover of the latest issue of Mana. You should buy it!

More personally, as someone whose known you over half my life, I’ve found it amazing and inspiring watching the way your confidence and assertiveness has grown in this really quite profound way since you’ve taken on the Mana role, to a point where I think you’re almost emblematic of how you kind of can embody a magazine as its editor in the same way that Simon Wilson did at Metro. How has the magazine, the position, affected you personally.

I think honestly nothing I’ve ever done in my life has affected me so profoundly as taking this job, and having this job, and having these responsibilities. I don’t feel like I’ve changed since I took this job but more… I feel like I became a bit more myself. I feel much more confident. Confident [in] every part of my life.

Because it’s weird, like we’ve been talking about these alternative lives and worlds and whatever, and I guess my Māori side was also like an alternative for me. Like, I loved Kapa haka and I loved all that entailed when I was at school. And obviously I was hanging out with you guys on the weekends and listening to Nirvana and drinking Lion Red or whatever; but those worlds didn’t touch each other. And there were other people that I shared that side of myself with; it wasn’t like a solo endeavour, I had lots of Māori friends. But yeah, those two sides of my personality weren’t, like, one. And now they very much are, and that sort of makes me feel, well, I guess more like a whole person I suppose.

And then a large part of that is also, just before I took on this job – it was pretty uncanny timing actually, I also reconnected with my birth family for the first time, and so I had not only this world of Māori news and media and intellectualism and writing and photography and art and all of that opened up to me, but also very much just how Māori families work; I just got sucked into one at the same time as I started writing about being a Māori. And those two things happening at the same time.

It was pretty extraordinary, because we are about as typical a Māori family as you could get – large and messy, with a difficult history, and still with all sorts of problematic relationships, and relationships to health and poverty; all of that kind of stuff. So there’s writing about a subject and then there’s living it, and given the chance to do that at the same time has completely changed my life.

It’s like suddenly this amazing force of personality and this kind of laser-like focus, an ability to cut through all of the bullshit and state something in this very unambiguous way. I was like, is this just sitting in you the whole time?

I think it’s just a matter of finally finding a place that I’m comfortable in that is somewhere in the middle. My Mum told me when I got offered this job that it’s the perfect job for me because I’m a bridge person; I bridge people. And I was like, well, a) that’s a very Mum thing to say, but b) it also it kind of made sense to me. I spent my life wandering over the Bridge as it were, sometimes literally, grew up on the Shore, my friends were all in fucking Epsom, and I spent my time choosing different sides of the Bridge. But now I feel more comfortable just being the bridge, rather than like having to choose a side.

I talked about the things that were problematic about being in a big Māori family, but – the one thing that you don’t get in, I guess a more middle-class family environment is just this massive capacity for forgiveness, because smaller families, when people wrong you, you can hold onto that for a very long time; hold it close. Feel bad about it, get counselling, whatever.

But my whanau have had a lot of struggles. My Mum’s generation were flung far and wide, raised by various other relatives, or in care; and so there’s a lot of hurt in their history. And so I’m nothing but amazed all the time by how much everyone just really loves each other, and works really hard at being good, and a good family, and good to each other; there’s regular working bees and everyone has like an account that goes towards paying for things for the family, and trips and family occasions.

I mean, some of the things in the stories in our family would have destroyed a lot of families; you know what I mean? But that’s just how it works; whanau is whanau on the strength of that. It’s astounding to me. It’s stronger than I actually ever thought a human relationship should be; it’s crazy. Because it’s so layered and there’s so many people involved. Like, my mother had 12 siblings, so I have roughly 40-odd first cousins or whatever, and twice as many nieces and nephews. And so it’s sort of like this unbreakable thing because it’s so massive. You can damage one of the links but it’ll be fine. It’ll come out in the wash.


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MediaFebruary 12, 2016

The extreme highs and lows of premiering your debut film at Sundance

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Tickled documentary maker David Farrier pieces together his dreamlike memories of a week at one of the world’s most intense (and high-altitude) film festivals.

They say that as you climb Everest, your body is dying. Humans are simply not meant to exist at that height. The severe lack of oxygen and freezing temperatures are actively trying to kill you as you gasp from your oxygen tank, the dead eyes of long-frozen corpses staring at you from their icy tombs.

Sundance is a bit like that, but on a slightly more tolerable level. Cuts don’t heal. You can’t climb a flight of stairs without gasping. Your nose leaks blood for no apparent reason. And while there aren’t any corpses, Robert Redford is a close second.

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The 79-year-old is everywhere. Here he is at the Filmmaker’s Welcome Lunch, where we all sucked back canapés as we listened to The Sundance Kid give an inspiring speech. Here he is again, emerging from the incredible afro of the man sitting across from me.

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Redford founded Sundance in 1978. It’s gone on to become the biggest independent film festival in the United States – so big that this year Redford claimed it was getting too big. He’s floated the idea splitting the festival in half, screening documentaries separately to narrative features.

A documentary is what brought me unexpectedly to Sundance. For the last two years, I’ve been working on a feature with my friend Dylan Reeve. It’s about Competitive Endurance Tickling, a bizarre-sounding and definitely-not-gay sport that takes place in Los Angeles.

When we started Tickled we thought it would end up as a little documentary on Vimeo or YouTube. But things escalated, we completed the film, and it got accepted into Sundance. So to Mormon-infested Utah we flew, making our way to the frozen wonderland of Park City, 7000 feet above sea level.

Sure, it’s not Everest’s 29,029 feet, but it sure as hell beats Auckland’s 0 feet (I am writing this by the ocean). The following is a diary of my time in Utah.

Day 1

When you make a film about Competitive Endurance Tickling, it’s a team effort. So, by god, we all went to the festival: producer Carthew, cinematographer Dom, soundie Cam, editor Simon, colourist David… then me, Dylan and his wife Mel. Eight people packed into a house with three bedrooms. It was like being on school camp, except this school camp had Mormon underpants in the pantry*.

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The underpants featured heavily in photos during the trip, and many late night role playing games. Here they are in a photo where my pink pants make me look a little bit like a nude female.

Day 2

This was premiere day: The day where Kiwi filmmaking would shine. Critics would be blown away, an entire crowd united by the focussed talent of a genius kiwi filmmaker. The film was called Hunt For the Wilderpeople, and the Tickled team had really lucked out because our producer Carthew produced both films. We threatened him with the underpants until he got us all tickets.

What a night. Sam Neill shone like a bright light. His co-star Julian Denniston is going to be the next Jonah Hill, but better. He’s effortless on screen, equal parts hilarious and lovable – and his absolute confidence on stage during the Q&A proved he is a massive star.

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Sam Neill pats his pal Julian on the back while Taika watches on.

The film itself is full of magic. Rhys Darby does what he did in What We Do In The Shadows and completely steals his scene, and my old TV3 colleagues Mihi Forbes and John Campbell even pop up – this time proudly grasping RNZ microphones as they play themselves. It’s a triumph: Reviews are great, and a few days later the film sold for just under US$2 million dollars.

Day 3

Our noses started bleeding. Whenever you blow your nose, a mixture of pasty snot and thick, dried blood clogs up tissues. Disgusting. The house was starting to look like a student flat. Dishes were stacking up. Bad American food was strewn across the bench.

It was time to celebrate another New Zealander tearing it up in the film world. Producer Ant Timpson had the premiere of The Greasy Strangler – a perverted father and son tale involving a greasy killer called, well, “The Greasy Strangler”. It’s Tim & Eric operating in a deeply unsettling R18 world and the critics bloody loved it.

Their after party was a hot ticket. Elijah Wood was on the cards to DJ. Wood sounds like one of the most chilled celebs of the week: He spent his days in a house much more packed than ours. “He’s small, he folds onto a couch,” Timpson told me. The party was almost a disaster, over-packed with lines stretched down the street. Mr Grizzly Man himself, Werner Herzog, was having a tiny party upstairs. The bar was overbooked. Things got insane as cast members filled it. The whole thing felt wonderfully dirty.

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I went home happy about a snap I’d got earlier with Herzog. I told him how much I enjoyed him as the bad guy in Tom Cruise vehicle Jack Reacher. I asked him if he’d interviewed anyone for a documentary after that film, only to find them stunned at being interviewed by the bad guy from Jack Reacher. “No, that has never happened,” he replied. He didn’t laugh.

We talked for a bit about long-form documentaries like The Staircase, The Jinx and Making a Murderer. He reminded me he’d dabbled in a series around death row inmates. He said it all got too intense, focussing on such a macabre subject for such a long time. “One night,” he told me, “I was awoken by the sound of screams.” He looked me dead in the eyes. “Then I realised… it was my screams”.

He didn’t laugh.

Day 4

My god, the day had come to premiere Tickled. It was bloody exciting. Three people from the documentary had flown in to watch the film for the first time. We all met at the Yarrow Hotel Theatre for a catchup. They were all thrilled to meet each other, curious where they all tied into the story.

I looked around the lobby and spotted arts patron and philanthropist James Wallace, who was watching films and doing some skiing. Sam Neill wandered in.

To be honest, it was all a bit of a stressful blur. Dylan and I knew we had a documentary we were really happy with, but what would this festival world think? I’d heard stories of these premieres: A mixture of punters, critics and buyers. Harvey Weinstein himself would come to screenings, only to leave in a huff five minutes in if he didn’t like what he was seeing. This was meant to be fun, but it felt pretty bloody awful to me.

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Getty came in and took some photos of the team. We took a photo of the photo being taken. Typical Kiwi behaviour. I looked around at the people next to me: Most of them I hadn’t known two years ago. I felt very lucky.

The movie started. I sat in the very back row. From there I could observe who was leaving. I was on the lookout for walkouts. It became very stressful, as it turns out Americans like to go to the toilet a lot during movies. It’s the giant Cokes they sell. Most of the people leaving would come back, adjusting their fly. Maybe they’d just been for a quick wank, I don’t know. But it was very stressful to watch. People were making the right noises – some gasps and some laughs – but I’d over-analysed the whole thing and convinced myself everyone hated it.

Then the credits rolled, and people clapped. They clapped really loudly. Dylan and I walked up the front and they hooted like a pack of silly owls.

Day 4, bleeding into Day 5

The reviews were out, and people seemed to like what we’d made. I sent four – The Hollywood Reporter, Screendaily, City Weekly, and Independent – to my mum so she’d be impressed, and to try and explain why I’d spent two years of my life talking about tickling.

Then it was time to do press. Lots of press. For two days Dylan and I talked our heads off. It was my first experience being on the other side of the whole “reporter” thing.

Pretty quickly you pick up on who’s seen the film and who hasn’t. With over 200 films on show, you can’t expect a poor entertainment journalist to have seen them all.

We began by going on Park City’s version of Breakfast. We turned up and the happy host – a 40ish-year-old enthusiastic male – bounded out to greet us. It wasn’t long before his boss walked in and started telling him off for being late. It was a wonderful moment of office politics, two grown men trying to assert themselves. It made our debut appearance on ‘In The Can’ even more delightful.

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My main disappointment of the day was that first-time documentary makers do not get invited into the fabled “gifting suites”. Basically the gifting suite is where rich successful people go to be given free stuff. Shoes, watches, jewelry, computers, phones and jackets. I tried a few times, but eventually it gets very demoralising to be kicked out of gifting suites over and over again.

But it wasn’t all bad. Sometimes we pinched ourselves – sitting down with Buzzfeed was terrifying but also awfully exciting.

My favourite interview of the whole lot had nothing to do with the host, but rather the setting: a beauty spa sponsored by Vaseline. And Vaseline was not letting this opportunity slip them by – as well as a giant VASELINE banner in the back of shot, they littered every shelf and available surface with Vaseline products. “Take any of it that you want!” said our host. This was my gifting suite. I loaded my pockets with Vaseline. This was my day to shine.

The Other Days

I meant to keep things very precise with this diary, but Sundance is not a precise place. The festival really looks after you in an incredibly overwhelming way: Every day there are breakfasts and lunches and brunches and afternoon teas and dinners to bond with people and “network”. Every night there are the main parties running from 10pm-1am, by which time you either pack it in, or head to a private party in a cabin somewhere.

In between, you desperately try and watch films – which is incredibly difficult to do. You are either asleep or somewhere else. Goat stands out to me – a homoerotic fever dream of sororities gone mad, featuring James Franco and a goat.

Things get blurry. By day five your body is starting to decompose. A few of the team were getting sick. Carthew was becoming delusional, taking up meditation sessions with Dom to try and keep their shit together.

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A diet of cinnamon rolls was beginning to take its toll.

And of course we had more screenings of Tickled. We’d show up to introduce the film, then the film would play, and then we’d go back on stage and do a Q&A. One of these screenings was quite special. About 10 minutes into the film, an usher found me and asked me to come outside. Security was there, and I was told that someone who featured in the film was in the film. Like as in… sitting in the theatre. The complication was this person – let’s call him Kevin – probably wasn’t happy he was in the film.

Sundance were totally professional and called in their local police. Theatres in general aren’t taking any risks in America these days. Just as a general rule this year Sundance was doing regular bag and coat checks – so they weren’t taking any chances with our special guest.

After the film wrapped, I went up to the front to do the Q&A. I wasn’t planning on telling the audience that Kevin was in the crowd, in case it distressed anyone. I answered a few questions, before someone asked, “Has anyone in the film seen the film yet?” Immediately the back right of the theatre exploded with a unified “YES! HE WAS RIGHT HERE!”

While most of the audience enjoyed the movie, a select few sat there feeling quite odd, as a man scribbled furiously on a legal pad.

This writer captured the whole thing quite well. They would, because they were sitting directly next to him. I loved reading that blog, because it was from an audience member who had a truly unique experience. It’s all we can want from a movie – something fun and strange to take away.

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The icing on the cake came when Magnolia and HBO decided to release the film. The week had already been surreal enough, but this really took it up a notch. Magnolia means we can put this thing in theatres in North America, and perhaps elsewhere in the world. HBO means that after its cinema life, we can pop it on one of our favourite networks.

The process of selling a film is very strange. Buyers (from Netflix to Amazon to Universal) have their teams in town, and they watch films. Some of them attend premieres and public screenings, others catch private industry-only screenings during the week.

We were lucky to have some good interest. Meetings would take place at odd hours, because daytimes were for watching films. Sometimes we’d get picked up at 11pm and driven to some strange cabin, where people would pitch to buy the film.

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During one of those meetings I took this photo, because I just thought it was quite weird that this was sitting on the table. Up on the wall was a giant stuffed bear.

I couldn’t be more pleased with the outcome. Part of the reason Dylan and I made this film was to “out” some unsavoury things. The more eyeballs on it, the more likely the documentary will have some impact. Our kind Kickstarter backers helped fund the initial shoot two years ago but with its success and new US partners we’re having to adjust the timing of some of our rewards. Our backers have largely been kind and understanding – happy we haven’t made a turd. It’s cool seeing their names rolling up in the credits. Heck, Kickstarter even had an office at Sundance, and there we are on the wall.

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The final awards night was a real highlight: we won absolutely nothing, but I looked around that room and felt super proud. Carthew sat on my left, recovered from a weird three-day fever bender. Our amazing producer sat there grinning as Taika MC’d the awards night. Dom sat on my right, just looking a bit stunned and happy. Melanie Lynskey won the US Dramatic Special Jury Award for her acting powers. Taika handed her the award. Afterwards, he snuck us into the “winners” after-party. Nat Turner – Sundance’s big winner with Birth of a Nation, was being swamped. And in another corner of the room, all the Kiwis had a little beer and enjoyed the moment.

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Team Tickled and Team Wilderpeople. (The Wilderpeople actors had probably been in a gifting suite. We were just waiting around outside like bums). Back Row: Cameron Lenart, Dom Fryer, Rhys Darby, Dylan Reeve, David Farrier, Carthew Neal, Taika Waititi. Front row: Julian Dennison and Sam Neill.

PS: To answer that very reasonable question: Tickled will be released in New Zealand later in 2016.

* Probably the darkest revelation out of the whole festival is that those underpants in the pantry were not temple garments, but simply a pair of large, used, disgusting white undies, totally unblessed by Joseph Smith.