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RNZ News
09-07-2025
- Entertainment
- RNZ News
A festival of hope
Simon Morris talks to NZ International Film Festival Director Paolo Bersolin about the programme for 2025. After a rocky few years, Bersolin promises this year's selection accentuates the positive. Featuring award winners from around the world, a New Zealand selection saluting Jacinda Ardern, Don McGlashan and Fred Dagg, two Beatle-adjacent movies and a famous chainsaw massacre!
RNZ News
01-07-2025
- Entertainment
- RNZ News
John Clarke to Fred Dagg to dad. A daughter's documentary tribute
John Clarke and daughter Lorin Clarke Photo: Lorin Clarke Comedian and satirist John Clarke made audiences laugh over 40 years. From beloved characters like Fred Dagg, a parody of a New Zealand sheep farmer, to his brilliant political satire with long time performance partner Bryan Dawe. Born in New Zealand, he quickly made a name for himself after a move across the Tasman in the 70s. John Clarke died in 2017 while hiking in Grampians National Park in Victoria. Now an intimately produced doco tells his story in his words. Not Only Fred Dagg But Also John Clarke has been produced by Clarke's daughter Lorin, herself a writer, broadcaster, director, podcaster and satirist, and features in this year's New Zealand International Film Festival.
RNZ News
01-07-2025
- Entertainment
- RNZ News
John Clarke to Fred Dagg to dad.
Comedian and satirist John Clarke made audiences laugh over 40 years. From beloved characters like Fred Dagg, a parody of a New Zealand sheep farmer, to his brilliant political satire with long time writing partner Bryan Dawe. Born in New Zealand, he quickly made a name for himself after a move across the Tasman in the 70s. John Clarke died in 2017 while hiking in Grampians National Park in Victoria. Now an intimately produced doco tells his story in his words. Not Only Fred Dagg But Also John Clarke has been produced by Clarke's daughter Lorin, and features in this year's New Zealand International Film Festival. To embed this content on your own webpage, cut and paste the following: See terms of use.
NZ Herald
29-04-2025
- NZ Herald
Reflecting on Anzac Day: We don't know how lucky we are
Especially now, when logic seems to have gone on holiday with reason, and complaints come easier than gratitude. These days, many Kiwis feel the need to escape it all by booking their OE – flights to Europe, pints in London, maybe even 'finding themselves' somewhere in Thailand before losing their passport in Bali. And that's the OE we know today, we feel entitled to. But 110 years ago, the OE looked very different. It wasn't about discovery. It was about duty. There were no return tickets. No pub crawls. Just trenches, fear and a war fought far from home, in a land most couldn't even imagine. These young Kiwis weren't influencers. They were infantry. Fighting for a world they might never live to see. They didn't sip wine by the Seine. They drank from battered canteens, hoping the water wasn't just mud. They didn't browse vintage shops in Paris. They wrote letters by candlelight – hands shaking from the cold and from knowing what tomorrow might bring – trying to sound braver than they felt, all to the soundtrack of war. Most had never left their small New Zealand towns, let alone the country. Farmhands from Waikato. Shearers from Southland. Teenagers, many of them, sent to fight in places they couldn't pronounce, for reasons they were only beginning to understand. Their OE was mud, gunfire, and mates they couldn't save. It was courage in the face of chaos. It was a sacrifice we still live in the shadow of. The freedoms we enjoy today — to vote without fear, to speak our minds, to travel across borders with ease, to pursue education regardless of gender — these were privileges they could only dream of as they huddled in foreign fields. Real remembrance is more than ritual, it's reflection. It's recognising that the freedom we enjoy – to travel, to speak, to choose – was paid for by those young Kiwis. So as we stand at dawn ceremonies by our great Southern Ocean, we must remember, as Fred Dagg knew: 'We don't know how lucky we are.'
