Switching between horror and heartbreak, this powerful portmanteau drama by eight directors is difficult to watch
A disturbing, disorientating if arguably flawed portmanteau movie about the death of a child within a Maori community in New Zealand – perhaps from neglect, or abuse. It presents us with eight 10-minute fragments, each directed by a different film-maker, each shot in one continuous take, all supposedly happening at the same time: at 10am on the morning of the funeral. The title evidently refers to the child’s name; it is also Maori for “eight”.
The short films are loosely interrelated, although I could see no Venn-diagram overlapping of specific characters. We see a woman preparing to cater for the mourners after the funeral; we see the child’s teacher; we see a Maori news presenter erupting with long-suppressed rage at her co-anchor’s casual bigotries on the subject of the Maoris’ alleged propensity for child abuse. (Could it be that white communities are better at concealing it and staying off the media radar?)
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