Geoff Murphy: a life on film

Geoff Murphy Stuff pic

NZTECHO   Summer 2015

Waka Attewell reviews and reminisces as he reads Geoff Murphy’s autobiography.

 

There’s this pub conversation that we’ve been having for more than thirty years that goes something like this: ‘How would you get Pork Pie made today?’ followed by ‘How would you get a Maori film through the Film Commission?’ and ‘Would they (they) let you make Utu today?’ These are uniquely NZ national cinema related and could only occur amongst those folk who care and seriously believe that ‘national cinema’ is a worthy and vital pursuit. So if you can’t get Geoff Murphy to come out to the pub and have that conversation then buy his book instead!

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If this is success…?

NZTECHO  Summer 2015 

Cinematographer Waka Attewell had financial insight early on in the TV and film industry. He built a studio, ran a production company making TVCs and brought property, he even invested in trees. So why then is paying the mortgage still a struggle?

 

Am I the right guy to be giving advice around having financial security in the TV and film industry?  Well, I’ve traded out of the two dark holes the financial industry blessed us with, so perhaps I am. You see, for me, coping financially hasn’t been so much as putting money aside for a rainy day but, rather, investing in a few concerns outside the film industry.

However, while a bit of forward thinking can see you through the rough patches, it’s actually about first finding that balance between work and life. There’s an old saying that goes ‘find the thing you really love and you’ll never have to work another day’. In other words, find that delicate balance between a career and having a life in this thing called ‘the film and TV biz’ (which I still believe is about the highest end of the creative spectrum that you can get.)  So sure, there are high rewards, but the downside can also be very low. Mental health issues in people in the TV and film industry can be way beyond normal levels if compared to other industries. In no small part is this due to increasingly stressful work and economic conditions. It helps to be a little mad to contemplate a life in the ‘film and TV biz’!

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Steve Locker-Lampson – Obituary

ONFILM  November 2012

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1972, I was the new guy straight out of school. Pacific Films was definitely the place to be if you wanted to make movies. NZBC and NFU didn’t look like an option, the independent John O’Shea made movies and so did the independent folks he employed.

The first day I saw Steve Locker-Lampson, tall handsome and with that confident booming voice, he was asking the receptionist if he could have a meeting with John… no come to think of it, he was ‘telling’ the receptionist that he was going to have a meeting with John and the way he said it implied that she was going to organise it… NOW!

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Compliance, compliance, compliance

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ONFILM  May 2012

Cinematographer Waka Attewell is always happy to comply, especially when he’s halfway up a mountain.

 

It’s Vancouver in the mid-1990s and I’m DP on a feature film. We’re in that awkward time between day and night, it’s called “blink”, and I want to get a few wide shots while there’s still light in the sky.

I step onto the roadway to take a light reading, safe in the fact that the roads are closed in all directions for two blocks. Suddenly there’s a guy in my face holding a bright red stop sign, shadowing my every move.

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The Treatment

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NZTECHO  Issue 51  Summer 2011

Leon Narbey’s master work is rescued and rises – a phoenix from the ashes. Waka Attewell considers meaning,  art and what happens when our cinema history is bought and sold.

 

It’s the mark of a good movie when you’re still thinking about it a week later – it’s the mark of a great movie when you are still thinking about it after more than 20 years. When you can still recall the details… the cricket in the small box, the two Chinamen’s interior story of digging for an elusive fortune, their isolation, the sense of the advancing world, their previous life, surveyors scribing order into the wilderness, the camera that hung like poetry in the landscape.

Leon Narbey’s Illustrious Energy (1987) is that movie. I first saw Illustrious Energy on the big screen in the 80s when it was briefly released. It got me thinking ‘art’ and ‘history’ are an interesting combination. The outstanding beauty of it threw me for a moment and then I relaxed into the experience and let it wash through me. The unease I felt could have been because it was about us… about something dark in our past, but whatever it was there was simply something raw and compelling about its perfection. There are still moments etched on the back of my retina.

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My Year of the Hobby

TAKE (NZ Director’s Guild Magazine)  Spring 2011

 

A distant village nestles up against the hills – smoke from cooking fires curl against the morning light. A craftsman begins his daily task. The forge is hot, the metal glowing red, he beats the iron with slow rhythm whilst turning the work and forming the blade. The apprentice looks on with awe. The village goes about its day. Come weeks end the Blacksmith will be rewarded for his skill – the village folk appreciate and nurture him, he is needed.

PHEW busy year! Drinking like a lizard, laying bricks in Beirut – work-work-work, I love this business – it fills my life with joy, hope and possibilities and you might think wealth? Bugger – Nothing in the bank. Alas – deals, minimal rates, minimal gear, double bunking – cost of living through the roof and much less offering in the commercial sector.

The year kicked off well – then I’m told at the end of the shoot, by the first-time-producer, “There’s not enough to pay you,” the lost puppy look made the news even more risible. I make to say this is my livelihood but I’m struck speechless – the ‘first-time-producer’ can’t make a $110,000 (NZFC) budget work for the shooting crew. I guess I’ll just have to await the big movie call when the ‘first-time-director’ is famous.

It’s become a bit of a tradition in my village where you do the work and you get paid – um, err… but not this time or the time before or the one after that? You could try the argument that ‘experience counts for something?’ – yet the government tells us we’re a low wage society and can’t do much about that. I guess they mean be proud of this fact and wear the badge with honour, after all Hollywood comes here to take advantage of this ‘low wage’ society and a gigs a gig eh? Ever felt like you’re being used? Yes I know you need the job so working 14 hours x 6 days a week and doing more than what you are paid is what it takes – ambition is blind until the boss’s best friend’s daughter gets the promotion ahead of you when she’s only been in the biz 6 months… yep, not fair. Oh and then you sign that contract that has you working 7 days a week where the OT is cancelled out every Monday morning… choices? Not many.

The arts managers, funding bureaucrats and advertising executives take their weekly wage while the film and TV grunts in the trenches support the delivery of product… not to mention the scripts we read and the late night mentoring (read unpaid).

But what would you expect in a country where the star struck government does a deal with a Hollywood studio at the expense of the local workers? Share the wealth? I mean that’s so yesterday and socialist and if you don’t like it go get another job – there’s plenty of film school graduates. Experience? What’s that? By the way, in case you haven’t noticed, the government has recently rewritten immigration policy inviting all comers. This can only mean less work for locals… this used to happen in the 80’s – the ruse went like this – bring a movie onshore, employ a NZ crew then fire them in the first week, the replacement crew are already pre-booked and making their way to Heathrow; now you don’t even need the pretence of local employment the crews arrive here as a complete unit and its now out of Mumbai – the paperwork reads Co-Pro – tidy – but OSH issues aside apparently you might even be lucky and get paid?

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 The phone rings – TVC: a 3 day shoot – some real money! The call has a BUT attached – as in: before the TVC there’s a couple of freebies – music clip and a website promo both, all up, should take about 3 days? I hear myself saying ‘OK’. Then after a few weeks the TVC becomes a real job – miracle? I’m told (i.e. no negotiation) we now work a 12 hour day, the budget won’t work unless we do. ‘So what happened to the Blue book and the Pink book?’ – ‘Oh this is government work’. I again hear myself saying ‘OK’.

A few days go by: ‘I reckon we can shoot this TVC in a half day now that we have the 12 hour shooting day – 6 hours should do it? – (stunned silence) – ‘I should also point out we don’t pay commercial rates anymore’. Should I mention the five people hanging around the monitor, that nearly out number the crew? Should I mention the battle fought over the 8 hr day by our ancestors? Should I put my head down and just shut up?

The arts managers, bureaucrats and producers vet the business and choose the content and the way we work – (this fits nicely into the corporate ideal) only problem being is we’re now down that slippery slide again – lets call it what it is – low-wage-work in a low-wage-business in a low-wage-society… some call it ‘business as usual’. Feel like you’re being used?

My career is now my hobby but diversify I must – live TV – Sports – pictures – live to air – you cant stuff it up – hell! – experience must count for something? …minimum wage? Bugger.

This TV and film making hobby could make an old hand a bit grumpy, I might have to go back being a Blacksmith.

NZ Film An Illustrated History – a review

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NZ TECHO  Spring 2011

 

A book shop. I fold my body in from the winter blast; in pride of place is New Zealand FILM – it’s bold and brassy, I go straight to the index. Oh – um err, oh well… I must be amongst the ‘W’s. With an eclectic mix of contributors, the vibrant cover – images are from films by directors of note – says ‘come on in’. The first three images are easy to pick, the last took a bit of research.

Good thing I had the book of New Zealand Film – An Illustrated History to refer to! It’s a New Zealand history book and I’m looking for the ‘national cinema’ bits. You know the sort of thing? Our films. About us. Bruno Lawrence and the black-and-white still on the back cover suggests a time before time – already I feel there is a sense of ‘from here to there’ and I haven’t left  the shop.

It’s a brave soul who speaks the history of anything, as history is an interpretation and a shifting concept. I continue to marvel at the way that the unorthodox becomes orthodox… just give it time. That’s what history has – a lot of time on its hands.

Roger Horrocks’ intro is great stuff – the struggle to make films started more than a 100 years ago, did you know that? Every film student should read this on day one of their course, and then again when they graduate.

The 29th November 1895 is a good place to start this film journey: The very first moving pictures exhibited on Auckland’s Queen Street. Then the wars, travelling cameras shooting local stuff, the beginning of government involvement with the first film censor (1916), the call for a British film quota as the Americans started their domination (1929), regular New Zealand news reels from an Australia Company in 1930’s and the beginnings of the NFU (National Film Unit) in Miramar (1936).

It’s a great read about beginnings, failings and evolving trends. By the middle of the book I’m starting to recognise people and by chapter five we get into Pacific Films and very familiar territory – Morrow Productions and independent films as TV begins. Peach Wymss Astor Productions and TV commercials bring a bit of discipline to the business as a way to establish a cash flow. This is a rich tapestry.

Chapter six anchors the film business in the land, becoming a viable industry with a future. It’s a familiar room – the next two chapters should also be compulsory reading for any film student… It’s got great cross-reference and speaks openly about the tax break years when feature films made money for their investors even when they weren’t released… I’m enjoying the detail. In a country where the right wing are now using the term ‘Maorification’ – what of Maori film history? Suffice to say Maori get a mention, they stare out from the bush in Hollywood expectation of a ‘native’ in an exotic land. In the 50s Maori are assimilated into Pakeha culture as the films of the day suggest the old ways have past and Maori are becoming more Pakeha… After all it’s a history book and the conquering side make it Their History eh, e hoa?

By the time you hit chapter ten Jackson is making box office successes in that matinee style… Kind of like we remember from when we were kids. But New Zealand history? The bookend is the story of Boy and its success in local cinema. Boy’s inability to travel far from the shore is worn like a badge of courage rather than seen as a failure… And between the lines of a marvellous well-researched and written book sits a question: Should we be seeking the blockbuster or looking at our own backyard, making ‘national cinema’? A nerdy kid farted and burped his way into our cinema consciousness… then he took over Hollywood. Who could have known? The Jackson Effect is a perfect chapter for a perfect time, sitting alone. It had to be mentioned, and the large-budget picture is leading the way in computer-generated movies. It’s not about us, really… But it did happen in a country where recently the Actors ask to be included in the wealth, and instead a starstruck Government ignored its own workers to strike a deal that will cost the taxpayer $35m. We wont be writing about that just yet, though…

It takes a bit of time to take the sting off the truth, and besides some of us still have careers to look after? It’s least revealing of the last  30 years, but then again that’s still raw and immediate. You get that with history. The movie business will shift once again (as it seems to do every five years).

Editor Diane Pivac does a great job of setting out the way we do things in this country: a pattern of independence, then government involvement, then crash, and restructure… the pattern repeats up to this day (yet no mention of the recent NZFC ‘review’…) .There’s the assumption that the arrival of Hollywood is a necessity in a country’s movie making development. The wealth of it all secured against a low wage society… Is this what we actually wanted? Ours is an industry where bureaucrats secure careers in arts management with salaries and overseas travel perks, and yet talent still comes from the trenches, where filmmakers camp in their sleeping bags on the floor while ‘arts managers’ lounge in US$400-a-night hotel rooms at Cannes and AFM…
This is the sort of book you might read in one sitting. It’s a great history and nicely handled – even a retired NZFC bureaucrat gets a wee turn – it’s about us folk, how the film business works in a small country and where we fit in the greater world of cinema.

We reclaim recent talent, Jane Campion, Geoff Murphy, Taika Waititi and Len Lye gracing the cover, and this book does it with enormous pride. In a sense it places them back home on the paepae… A profound history and a sense of the journey, beginnings and endings, the pioneers, the delusional and the successes. This book will sit well in the tertiary sector.

For those soldiers lost in action you are actually here, if not by name you’re there between the pages and lines. You’re in the white bits that haven’t been written yet. You’re behind the pictures, holding the reflector or panning the lamp… That’s you – you made it all happen. Personally I think Don’t Let It Get You was the moment that kicked it all off again but then again Sleeping Dogs is what we all remember. I guess my version of film history has little more unease? The index? Not in the ‘A’s either… oh well, life’s like that, eh?