It's all been fun and games in Goodbye Pork Pie, with the epic journey from one end of the country to the other in a yellow mini. There have been some outrageous car stunts, cops being made to look like idiots, and some extreme living off the grid, with the crew even setting up a deeply cosy and very temporary home in a container on a train.
But the further south they go, the darker is gets. They lose Shirl in Christchurch, and Dunedin should be a haven, but they only find harmful weirdos. And on the last stretch into Invercargill, the movie is in a grimmer place, that determination to get down there getting a little too brutal, a little too painful, especially when Blondini comes a cropper.
All that is left is the dead straight lines through the Southland countryside, the grey flat expanse at the end of the rainbow. They'll be lucky to get to Invercargill alive.
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