Once and Future

Something odd and wondrous is happening. Something "wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey," as a certain Doctor might put it. Recently, I shared with Hawk the Disney version of The Sword in the Stone. Naturally, he loved it, as it involves Knights and Wizards and Beasts. And only a couple of days ago, in his school library, Hawk spotted a golden-covered copy of T.H. White's The Once and Future King, pointing out that it matched the one on my shelf. Next to it were no less than five copies of The Sword in the Stone, which, I explained to Hawk, was the first part of the larger book. "Can we check it out?" he asked. I told him we could, but first we'd have to work through all the other library books we had at home!

I was in eighth grade when my friend Travis showed up with his golden-covered copy of The Once and Future King. I had already consumed The Lord of the Rings and The Chronicles of Prydain and the Dune Chronicles, and feared there was little left in the world worth reading. But here was something with promise.

Once I got into screenwriting, I thought The Once and Future King would make a great epic film or mini-series (no offense to the Camelot musical and film), and it ranked high on my list of dream adaptations to write someday. And now it's back in a new version. As fortune would have it, my friend Brian Sibley has written a six-part dramatization for BBC Radio 4 that airs beginning this Sunday, November 9.

Not so very long ago, in Wellington, my friend Jack (Lord of the Rings tour guide extraordinaire) called me up. His voice was urgent (not that unusual), but also excited (again, typical): our mutual friend, the writer and broadcaster Brian Sibley, was in town. He was staying in the Museum Hotel, and we were to join him for dinner at the hotel's Hippopotamus Restaurant & Bar. I didn't yet own a car, so I quickly cabbed over to the Te Aro district and bounded into the restaurant.

At Hippopotamus Bar & Grill (l-r): Jack, Brian, Ryan.

Brian was in Wellington conducting research and interviews for his (compulsively readable) three-part Official Movie Guide of The Hobbit Trilogy. As locals, Jack and I were keen to supply our intelligence and, of course, glean whatever production secrets Brian might be able to share with two crazy Tolkien fans.

We had a splendid time. Brian proved a true gentleman, sweet and generous, and a gifted conversationalist. Indeed, Jack and I soaked up many tales from Brian's work in radio and film (go check out his entertaining blog). He's one of those warm people who can put you at ease with seemingly no effort at all; it's no wonder he's corresponded with and met a great many of his personal heroes. As we parted, we took some photos together.

I'm not sure what all this synchronicity means, Brian's adaptation and Hawk's excitement and the final Hobbit film and connections made in wonderful Wellington. But as I was preparing this blog, I checked the date on the photos. Exactly three years ago today.

Finding Middle-earth

It's next time already, or finally. Greetings from Auckland. Our trip is nearly over, our friend and travel sherpa Diane has headed home to Nelson, and we are whiling away the hours until we see Pirates.

We've spent the past few days traveling from Wellington, where we ended up spending a good deal more time than anticipated. Maybe that's not exactly true, because we didn't have much of an agenda to begin with. At any rate, the North Island has proved exceptionally beautiful in its own right, and if it's not quite as majestic as the South Island is rumored to be (we didn't go south of Nelson), it's still a lovely place to drive through. In fact, the center of the North Island, through which Route 1 runs, is essentially empty. Which means that for several hours, until Lake Taupo, you are acccompanied by little more than wide, wide views of a couple volcanic mountains, amazing cloud formations, and grassy hills and plains. I've never been to the American Midwest or Southwest, but I imagined that the feeling might be much the same, and it occurred to me that having sufficient water, gasoline, and food, as well as a good cellphone connection, is a good idea. Fortunately, I had no need to worry over such things as (a) I wasn't driving and (b) I was engrossed by Brian Sibley's new biography of Peter Jackson.

Which brings me to the promise of my last entry. The day after we arrived in Wellington, we decided to take a Lord of the Rings tour around the area. Jenifer had been acting like there was no need for such silliness, but as our trip wore on she was better able to admit to her own geekiness, owning up to her own passionate following of the films' production and releases. Indeed, she's often joked about whether our relationship would survive in a post-LOTR world, since we'd been together for under two years when word of the movies was first released in August 1998. But we've done quite alright, thank you very much, and now we had a chance to visit some of the locations we'd seen in the films and in all those many hours of DVD special features.

Our friendly tour guide, Jack, picked us up from the Wellington hostel a little before nine (this is Wednesday a week ago now), and soon we were off, with six others (from Malaysia, Canada, Michigan, and the UK) in our van, named "Gollum." Jack was knowledgeable, passionate, and not a little opinionated, especially when it came to the debacle over Peter Jackson's involvement (or not) in The Hobbit. We climbed up Mount Victoria and found the wooded spot that served as a Shortcut to Mushrooms in Fellowship. What struck me immediately was how ordinary the site was, a simple dirt path through a public park. Again and again, whether in the locations for Rivendell, Helm's Deep, or Isengard, we saw how small and mundane locations were able to convincingly portray key spots in Middle-earth. Each place had been restored to its pre-filming locations, and Jack relayed how in many cases trees were either created by Weta Workshop or digitally relocated in order to serve a given scene. If you've watched the DVD extras, you know that the films contain many special effects shots, but I had no idea to what extent nearly every single frame was altered. Pretty cool stuff for a fan, but also instructive in the tools available to filmmakers.

The tour included a stop for tea at the Chocolate Fish cafe on Scorching Bay, where we would return three more times during our stay in Wellington. The cafe is named for its fish-shaped chocolate-covered pink marshmellows and was a popular hangout for the LOTR stars who lived nearby. After tea we drove through Miramar and saw the various Weta buildings, as well as Park Road Post, the post-production facility of WingNut Films. Mostly warehouses and "car parks," but nevertheless exciting to witness. We could only guess that projects like James Cameron's Avatar were being worked on behind the walls and closed doors.

That's it for now. I'll wrap up my New Zealand adventures when I return home. Look for pics in a few days!