As I write, I anticipate being in three places, dashing between a picture grade, a sound mix and graphic design on the way to finishing Red Mole: A Romance. The feature documentary is screening at Whānau Mārama: New Zealand International Film Festival. Thank goodness it is, as I’m not sure what I would do with it otherwise.
It is not a film that fits easily into our media-sphere. I doubted our broadcasters and funding agencies, as much as I love them, would be keen to support a long documentary on a pre-internet avant-garde theatrical sensation that few people remember. So I pretty much went it alone (more on that later).
captures the life and times of the experimental theatre troupe that emerged in theOE trip through Asia. Red Mole’s founders were inspired by the street performances and puppet shows they saw.
