Challenges Aplenty

Queenstown Wrap for NZ Techo Magazine, Spring, 2020.

Queenstown is not what it was but there are a few jobs coming through this spring. Yay! Sweetshop’s TNZ ‘Message to the World’ kept a few of us paying the bills and it’s nice to see Kiwis being captured so naturally and beautifully in the finished article. It’s a great line up of locals’ just doing their thing with some familiar faces and “Woof Woofs!”. 

Curious had some extra challenges completing their commercial. The Director was working remotely from LA, so the Techies were impressive maintaining the link in some pretty isolated spots. It was interesting to see Agency and Client on their own Zoom and Skype monitors chatting away. Most of them yawning in the middle of their hot nights while we were all shading our eyes in the end of winter glare and wearing 6 layers. A smaller on set presence is noticeable and it works in a different way that we all are getting used to. On the 2nd last day of shooting the call came over the airwaves there was Covid 19 community transmission and Auckland was going back into level 3, the rest of the country to level 2. Curious were to finish shooting down here in Queenstown and head back to Auckland to end the shoot but that was impossible as all productions were on pause. Queenstown’s incredible Jane McCurdy and the local production crew re-jigged the schedule, found some alternative locations to fulfill the brief and pulled it all together. Curious were able to complete the shoot and eat a good amount of fresh oysters and Blue Cod from down south to celebrate. 

Watch the 2020 Coca Cola Ad by Curious Film

Good Oil  has been down shooting in the recent, variable spring weather too, while an interesting shoot is happening north of Wanaka for the next couple of weeks- Nude Tuesday. It seems like a really interesting idea that will appeal to a wide international market. So the upshot is, our calendar is looking nice and full compared to the previous months! 

It’s a new world with a constantly changing landscape both professionally and personally planet-wide. Covid 19 has allowed us time to evaluate what is good for our futures and let’s be honest, we needed to reassess our priorities and how we treat each other. Amongst the Covid 19 crisis we might forget the sea-change that is occurring in the film industry. It has recently had to face up to inherent sexism and racist bias with the #metoo movement, Black Lives Matter etc. NZ is not immune. Women in the NZ workplace, and on set, still have to think about what may cause an issue or encourage unwanted attention. Sure, men may too, but not to the same extent. Females grow up considering threat minimisation and how to not create a problem for themselves… don’t be too risqué in your speech, don’t wear that top…don’t be too sensitive… It’s an endless ‘don’t’ list. The average kiwi male won’t wake up considering these matters as much. In recent years I’ve noticed most males on set are more consciously supporting their female counterparts and are actively recognising and curbing behaviour before it is perceived as a threat. But women still may miss out on the next job because someone is working on it they became uncomfortable with, or they may be on set and avoid getting involved in certain conversations. Who hasn’t heard the disclaimer “I was only joking and she was fine with it at the time.” Maybe she wasn’t? The difference in her mind may have been the perception of threat. All crews- let’s be present, let’s be considerate. 

Watch ‘Message to the World’ by Sweetshop

Queenstown Wrap

Published in the NZ Techo Magazine, Winter, 2020.

1300hrs, 20/3/2020: “Everyone, pull over and read your email.” We all looked at each other, “Shit”. 

We had spent the morning, out of reception, on the final location recce. It had been extraordinary. The weather was bright, the locations were spectacular, and the crew had started to connect in that way that only really happens on set. We had all been together, on the top of a mountain, in our own 150 person bubble for a week. The real world was about to pop it like bubblegum on a cheerleader. 

Five days before THE email, the production company scrambled to get all cast and crew into the country before NZ closed its borders. It was incredible to watch the efforts of these people to make it all happen with 24 hours notice. As a driver, you are ancillary to a lot of proceedings and it does allow a singular perspective. There was a palpable anticipation and anxiety at the airport. The cast were enthused, chatting to each other over Patagonia coffee. The crew from far afield were happy to be in NZ, away from the escalating chaos, and us kiwis were ready for action. A bunch of familiar faces appeared and we were off. The chat was hyped. Colleagues caught up and swapped notes on the last job they had together. We chatted about the beauty in the land around us so I went into Tour Guide mode (my now defunct day job) and told the visitors the story of Matau – the giant beneath Lake Wakatipu. 

We all continued that week watching the Art Department turn a shed into another world, tripped over Runners, dodged Catering and saw the show inevitably unfold. But a look of an impending something started to show on the faces of the Production team. There were huddled murmurings and some watery eyes. But that morning we set off. All the different departments came together with their own individual expertise, and tied everything up in expectation of the shoot. I was driving two of the Production Team. We were playing tunes, singing along and celebrating a job well done.

“With a heavy heart we inform you all that the show has been postponed.”

Grumblings of discontent came over the RTs from our convoy as we all began to realise the gravity of the Covid 19 situation unfolding. We were all now unemployed, and any non-Kiwis faced a huge dilemma to get home. The Production team then scrambled again to look after everyone, move all the equipment back around the country, pack down and get everyone home before the lockdown commenced. I made my way back to Queenstown, thankful to be a kiwi and close to home. But its a different place now. We were on pause for a month and the slow return to whatever is next is strange. From the queues at the supermarket for the welfare vouchers to tenants abandoning flats in the middle of the night, from the ‘redeployment’ of staff, to repatriation flights. It’s an interesting time and a great time to visit, a great time to film – no crowds, lots of crew available and there’s a sprinkling of hope with a certain enthusiasm of a new Queenstown coming through. Hope to see you all here soon. 

If you want to see what Queenstown looked like during Level 4:

Veni Vini Veci
Staunch as.
Best Drivers on set.
Looking towards Pisa Range.

Well, that escalated…

Pretty sure this time last year I was trying to catch up on several tv shows. I was very busy and the quiet season wasn’t going to happen that May….. this year, I am currently on 5 or 6 new shows and I’m rewatching a bunch of old ones. You may know why….. the world changed in a heartbeat on the 25th of March, 2020. New Zealand went into lockdown because of an unprecedented situation. Queenstown came to a standstill. There are no more visitors, there are no hotels open, there are no cafes or restaurants. Fergburger is silent. There is no tourism. We’re still here though. The locals are having a great time rediscovering their neighbourhoods without sneering at coach drivers and ‘tsking’ at Chinese tour groups. We’re 2 weeks into lockdown and the reality of a tourist town without tourists hasn’t resonated with everyone yet. The ramifications are still a little way off so let’s stay in our bubbles and catch up on all those little house jobs. Go on, paint the roof, tidy the garage, play that video game, get up at 1130 and of course watch a bunch of films!

So to help you out the theme of this blog is:


Get your dose of conspiracies, plagues, biohazard suits and freak yourself out at the possibly very short lifespan you could have for a myriad of terrifying reasons. Of course, you know I am a fan of Horror so there is a leaning towards the genre, and for this purpose zombies are also included in the disease/contagion theme. There is also crossover with ‘post apocalyptic’ titles whose origins stem from a strange disease. Honourable mentions in this case are ‘World War Z’, ‘Birdbox’ and ‘A Quiet Place’. I have not put alien based films on the list, even though they invade us- often taking over our bodies and insidiously destroying civilisation too! But they need their own list. Similarly, vampire films are not added. Although ‘vampirism as a disease’ is a theme in many films, I think vampire movies also need their own list. So here we go with my favourite disease movies.

10 ‘Contagion’ 2011- Yes, this was good. The use of ‘real’ celebrities succumbing to the pandemic along with everyday people was refreshing back in 2011. Oh, those heady days when movies weren’t real world commentaries, and wash your hands, Gwynneth. To be honest, any film that ends up with some part of her in a box is worthy.

9 ‘Cabin Fever’ 2002- This is an enjoyable horror with good Eli Roth humour- I love the shaving scene in the bath. Cinematically it harks back to the 1980s horror trope of- group of teenagers-a weekend away to a remote cabin-an unseen threat starts to attack the perky party-they die. But instead of a Freddie or a Michael Myers, a microbe has infected the teens. Will anyone survive???

8 ‘Mom and Dad’ 2017- Surprisingly good. Nicholas Cage only on 170/100 on the Cage Guage. He is brilliant in this odd number which is a dark discourse on parenting and it is gruesome. It doesn’t hold back on the gore. A strange malaise takes over the adults who need to sort out their ungrateful offspring.

7 ‘Cujo’ 1981- Come on, of course it’s a disease movie, and brilliant. The suspense, the claustrophobia, the heat stroke, and to top it all off- Rabies. The dog acting in this is fearful and fantastic. Very good performances from the actors too. Derived from a short story by Steven King it is a testament to good story telling with minimum cast, set limitations and animals.

6 ‘Rec’ 2007- This Spanish, found footage film displays all that is great about ‘foreign’ horror. The American remake- ‘Quarantine’ is not as good. In the film, an apartment block is locked down as a strange ailment takes the residents out. Nice shout out to ‘Cujo’ in this and it adds a demonic, Catholic church cover up to the plot when patient zero is revealed.

5 ‘Children of Men’ 2006- This has one of the most moving final action sequences ever put to film. Very well written and executed- just watch it.

4 ’28 days Later’ 2002- Dark and satisfying. This film is just a cracker. I wouldn’t describe it as a zombie flick. Those with ‘the Rage’ are almost incidental to the decline of humanity portrayed by the un-infected. Is the rest of the world sliding into the dark ages too or is Britain trapped in an all too telling experiment?

3 ’12 Monkeys’ 1995- A both complex and entertaining sci fi. Bruce Willis and Brad Pitt are brilliant. This was one of my favourite films for years. The timey-wimey stuff shows us a disease has destroyed humanity after an outbreak in 1996. Our hero is sent back from 2035 to stop it. His mad ideas land him in a mental institution and he must convince someone the 12 Monkeys need to be stopped. He gets a whole lot wrong and the world was always doomed.

2 ‘And the Band Played On’ 1993- This is a great documentary style film about the origin and discovery of HIV. It is an incredibly riveting example portraying a very realistic response to a very real threat. The excellent use of time lines and medical reaction does not interfere with the very human story underpinning the narrative.

1 ‘Outbreak’ 1995- This film freaked me out for years and I was convinced humanity was doomed to die from some new virus that no one knew was coming, could not be stopped and was incredibly contagious…. However, it did alleviate my fears we were all going to die in a nuclear war (thanks ‘Threads’). It surprised me to learn that I was 24 when I saw it. The impact it had on me was more like something that caused a deep seated, pre teen, post traumatic, paranoid event in my psychological development. It’s just a great, well paced, well acted piece of cinema. Dustin Hoffman is superb.

And the prize for epidemically not worth watching goes to:

‘The Happening’ – Just terrible.

So I hope you enjoyed my little run down of pandemic themed films to while away the time till we all try and rebuild our careers, the economy, and our immune systems.

Be well humans.

There are no vips in NZ tourism

This is something I have noticed in my years of working in tourism and hospitality, and this blog has turned into a bit of a rant so I must have been quashing my irritation?!

Recently, I took 2 lovely people hailing from Shanghai to a luxury lodge near the metropolis of Te Anau. It was a last minute booking during the down season.

We walked into the hallway (cue tumble weeds and a whistling wind), finally found the proprietor and were met with:

“Oh. Did you just book online?”

“Yes, sorry, thank you”, answered my sweet client, in pretty good English.

“Well, we’ll put your bags away shall we…”

We had left the luggage at the door while looking for our host. Now, I had pre warned my people that there probably would not be any food available here, and I waited around with them so I could take them the 15 minutes back to the supermarket. This surprised them as they were staying 3 nights at $250 a night. But as someone who grew up near here, I had a pretty good idea of the lay of the land.

“Excuse me, is there any meals?”

“Oh no. Did you not organise anything? There are restaurants in Te Anau but you’ll have to get a taxi. We can probably do you a breakfast tomorrow?

“Oh, yes please. Thank you.”

“What time?”

“I am sorry, I don’t know yet. When does breakfast finish, please?”

“Well, I’ll need you to decide a time because I have to bring in staff….”

Really? These are the only 2 people in the lodge. They are paying a good chunk of your bills for the month and you can’t make a little breakfast for them? Sure, we all get tired of silly questions and tourists, but I get tired of people that just don’t do their job properly. Provincial NZ needs tourism, but they sure don’t want it.

I remember growing up amongst these “reams of farmland” (Richard Reeve, 1996), driving around in a Ford Escort, attaching cassette tapes to road markers, holding the case out the window, and driving off. The tape was left flying heroically in the Southland gales like a linesman’s flag at an All Black’s game (Btw, Pink Floyd’s ‘The Wall’ took ages- so satisfying). We referred to the tourists driving around us, stopping to take photos of sheep and mountains, as ‘Loopys’, and to be a Loopy, you just needed to be from Otago.

Now the years have dropped away like the beach at Orepuki. Tourist numbers have increased exponentially and I say “Bring me more”. I have met so many incredible people that I now call friends all over the world. Queenstown, and by extension, Otago and Southland tourism is thriving. The recent ‘bed tax’ has raised questions about lagging infrastructure, but I think the term ‘over tourism’ is a misnomer. Life in provincial NZ has changed. Godzone is in the international arena. We can hark back to the perceived wonder years when “You could leave your doors unlocked”, “Have your keys in the car while you were in the shop” and “… pay $300 wk rent for a 3 bedroom house”, but I never did this.

I believe us Kiwis need to look after tourists and visitors with the homegrown genuineness we now seem to reserve for ourselves.

The Lazy Gene

People are lazy. When it comes to procrastinating us Westerners have the luxury of avoiding doing what we should be doing. My friend Chris Chilton is a writer and I am in awe of his ability to meet his writing deadlines throughout his lengthy career. I decided I would give myself a deadline and write a new blog every month…. so it has been a year since I have written one. I should lie and say I have just been too busy, but I probably could have fitted it in between ‘Stranger Things’ and ‘Star Trek Discovery, or one of the five Nordic Noirs that I have binge watched since Netflix and Smart TV changed my life. I could have also taken the time to write a better script for the dreadful ‘real’ characters in my worst indulgence….

“My name is Kim Godby and I am addicted to The Real Housewives”.

And yes, I can hear you- “oh, how can you watch that rubbish?”. Of course you are right. I am going to put it down to my father and his love of daytime soap operas. My first ever memory is from The Young and the Restless. I can remember Leslie and Lori Brooks having a fight over the recently blind Brad Elliot. I can still outline several of these very complicated plot-lines from various daytime soaps throughout the 70s and 80s. It’s a skill, and I am available for pub quiz teams.

The last year has been great with the business. It is growing in a very organic way and I look forward to the coming 12 months. I have partnered with a few other operators that share my view/mission including Ness from Kiwi Virtue and Laura with NZ Chauffeur. There are so many new visitors and plenty of work here in the ever growing Queenstown and I hope to further our relationship to benefit everyone.

There has been an influx of Americans since the Trump election but let’s not get into a discussion about the reasons why. I have had the pleasure of driving around some amazing people from this very diverse country. When I started Kim Godby Driver Guide, I researched the market and focused on the Indian and Chinese visitors, but as the business evolved I naturally attracted a market I had not expected- older Americans, often women, traveling alone or with another woman. I have loved showing these folk my home. We put the world to rights in our travels and I have made some lifetime friends. I have also been hired by several production companies and I had the pleasure of driving around the Art Dept. for an US TV commercial being shot here. Alan is an actor, writer and Larry David impersonator. My face hurt for days after he and I got into hysterics during an unfortunate wine waiter encounter. Charming Marwan loved motorcycles and British Punk and Lisa and I shared the same opinions on everything we spoke about (mainly food, wine and the other two). I drove them around for 10 days and I still miss them now. The relationships I have formed, however fleeting, give a feeling of gratitude and satisfaction that I did not expect when I started this business.

So if the lazy gene permeates my day and I end up binge watching the new Preacher series this time next month instead of writing a new blog, please refer back to this one and pretend. In fact, I declare this blog my Mandelbrot set.

I accused my friend Jon of having the lazy gene which stopped him achieving what he wanted to do with his music. He used it for one of his musical escapades:

The New Generation and the Snapchat Flatmate

I am a big movie and TV fan- you may have noticed… and I love a good political satire. After a fabulous tour to Glenorchy to play Lord of the Rings dress up in the spectacular Paradise forest, I sit down on our mega couch, and settle in for the cold, autumn evening. The tv looks like the Tyco monolith, waiting to impart its universal knowledge into my spongey cortex. I fumble the remote controls and “Bling” there is the fabulous John Oliver in an interview with the ultimate humanitarian and icon of our time- the Dalai Lama. John Oliver’s joy during this meeting is evident on his face. As the interview continues, I cannot help but be impressed with the Dalai Lama’s humour, honest talk and practicality. He describes how his learning has enabled him to take on the suspicion and negativity of others and turn it into “Patience, tolerance and compassion”

……“Bang!…… clomp, clomp, clomp….. Hiyaaaaaaa!

Flatmate is home.

I grunt. She flops onto the couch, iPhone popping and chirping, its luminescent screen lighting her perky little millennial face (I am always impressed by their ability to text with two thumbs, talk, walk and hold 3 conversations online with several different apps simultaneously!). She starts to impart her learnings from the day and tells me about the hilarious Snap Chat “convo” that is currently happening…….. John Oliver raises the topic of the Chinese dominance of Tibet and their discovery of the ‘true’ Panchen Lama.

Increase volume on tv…….

The 14th Dalai Lama replies to this with, “Not using the human brain properly is harmful”

……Giggle, selfie pose, flash!, wooooohp…….. giggle……


The next day we jumped on the bikes and made our way south to the raging metropolis of Invercargill. It is not a favourite destination, but it has become a common target recently due to an aging bunch of relatives and on a more fun note, the fantastic transport and bike museums. It was a spectacular day! Southland normally delivers horizontal hail, Wahine destroying winds and 3rd degree sunburn, but this day, wow….. we were only at risk from overheating at the traffic lights down Dee St. We had come down for the Southland Entertainment Awards. My friend Chris Chilton and his team organised this great evening at the beautiful Civic Theatre. The talent from the performers like Jenny Mitchell, Shannon Cooper Garland, Simon Thompson, Jason Kerrison and many more were mind-blowing. It was not like this when I lived here as a teenager! There were handfuls of great ability but Southland suffered from a very NZ condition- The Tall Poppy Syndrome. If you were in that talented minority you lacked the confidence to stand up against an overwhelming wave of “you are not better than me:”, and this was as relentless as the Antarctic tide eroding Oreti Beach. I sensed none of that on this evening of celebration.

But we had come specifically to see Pretty Wicked Head perform for the first time in 25 years. As Shaun and Vaughan, accompanied by Chris, entered the stage, shouts came from little pockets around the auditorium. They played a medley of 3 great songs and it was fantastic. Pretty Wicked Head were ahead of their time in Invercargill 30 years ago, and probably still are now. Their album was a tonic to me as a teenager in this place. The music was dark, begrudging, surging and powerful, the lyrics were clever, personal, angry and utterly infused with the frustrations of being, and living in the “arsehole of the world” (Mick Jagger/Keith Richards, 1965). Was this night an anomaly, I don’t know, but I hope the new generation living here have developed a little backbone, nouse and an attitude that was lacking here when I was young. Go Millennials and the new generations to come!

A Road to Unease?

Last week I had the pleasure of visiting Sam Neill’s Red Bank Farm in Earnscleugh with one of my tours. The property will no longer be open to the public, so we were very privileged to be one of the last to visit. It was pleasing to be away from the Queenstown bubble for an afternoon and be on a functioning, rural property complete with animals famously named after Mr Neill’s notable friends, including the kunekune- Angelica.

The vineyard produces some fabulous wine of course, and my guests were suitably impressed. Jenny walked us around the property in the scorching Central Otago heat, and after scoffing down a fabulously ripe greengage (getting most of it down my front), we went into the wharenui inspired barn. The simple, open design and the typically New Zealandness of this space is palpable. Mr Neill has filled the hall and restrooms with Kiwi art, and this is simply pride inducing. Of course Mr Neill himself is an example of fine New Zealand art.

I had met him long ago when I was working in a Dunedin bookshop. As I was fumbling around under the counter looking for an eftpos roll, I sensed someone at the till, but this was not the usual feeling of ‘someone is wanting my attention at an inopportune moment’, there was an aura settling over me, a certain mysteriousness. I looked up and saw a tall, slim man, with an ageless countenance and an ease of movement. He looked at me…. “How are you, can you please look up a book for me? I had to send him to another counter and mumbled this at him like a Kmart doorman talking to another elderly woman wanting the Spanx section (I am not good around famous people). He moved off and I watched him disappear between the Harry Potter stand, and the Andris Apse collection.

Mr Neill is arguably one of our best actors, He is perhaps most famous for “Jurassic Park”, “The Piano” and recently “The Hunt for the Wilderpeople” but the man was elementary to the golden years of NZ film during the 70s and 80s. This leads me to my favourite Sam Neil film – “Cinema of Unease”. I played this to my guests as we made our way to the Two Paddocks vineyard. This film outlines the history of NZ film with Sam Neill’s own personal perceptions and memories interwoven through the backdrop of the New Zealand landscape, a landscape laced with roads, roads leading to and from, a road leading us away, or to, a certain darkness.

As a girl growing up in the bottom of the country, at the bottom of the world (cue: Rise and Shine- Pretty Wicked Head), I craved the road. As soon as I was 15 I got my driver’s licence and knew that freedom and opportunities lay ahead, along that dark, asphalt way. We as kiwis have an intimate relationship with ‘the road’. It runs through our land as veins run through ourselves. It is something that exemplifies kiwiness- to get out to go somewhere else. Our film and our art echoes our wanderlust, and visiting Mr Neill’s beautiful property reminded me of this: the uniqueness that is New Zealand and being a New Zealander.