This series has two backgrounds:
The Champion is the best work I ever did. It was the second of two series I directed that were written by Maurice Gee and produced by Ginette McDonald: The Fire-Raiser in 1986, and The Champion in 1989.
From the moment I read Maurice's script, I couldn’t wait to turn it into pictures. It was a wonderful amalgam of light and darkness, the cheerful madness of the Pascoe family contrasted with the realities of everyday life during World War ll. Its purpose was family entertainment, but there was a darkness in the way it confronted serious issues, particularly racism. While there’s plenty of adventure and laughter, it can rapidly disappear; as typified by the bleak, powerful ending.
It was the last production out of the TVNZ Drama Department as it morphed into South Pacific Pictures, and I have always felt the show lapsed into an undeserved obscurity. Following its commissioning, the corporation seemed reluctant to see it through to a conclusion. There were constant edicts to cut the budget, and getting it made was largely dependent on the grim determination of Ginette, and line producer Judith Trye. One cost-saving measure was not to include repeat rights in the actors’ contracts, so it was only broadcast once. It was badly scheduled at 6:00pm, up against the news on TV One, and poorly publicised. I still remember with indignation endless promos for Alf at 6:30pm, and MacGyver at 7pm on Sundays, and nothing in prime time promoting The Champion. It felt like a purposeful decision to let it live in obscurity.
One thing the budget did allow for was a trip to Los Angeles to cast the character of Jackson Coop, the wounded Afro-American GI in New Zealand on R&R. The role went to Michael James. It was a close run between him and Cuba Gooding Jr. — pre-Oscar, but post a highly acclaimed showing in Boyz n the Hood. I thought he had a too modern feel, as opposed to James’ gentler, more conservative characterisation. I still love this performance but wondered, as Cuba went up for his Oscar in Jerry Maguire, what an alternative version might have looked like.
The whole cast was particularly strong and I hesitate to pick anyone out; but I will mention our two lead boys, Milan Borich and Scott Harmon, who played Rex Pascoe and Leo Yukich. They were ready for whatever came up, swarming over things, jumping off others, swimming in creeks, rivers and out to sea, canoeing through the mangrove swamps.
We were shooting in the days before Work Safe, before OSH even, and while I like to think we were never stupid, I can’t imagine these days that we could shoot the scene with Rex dubbing Leo home on his bike, coasting downhill and falling off at the bottom, actually using two 12-year-olds [see clip two]. They loved it all; the hardest thing was stopping them swarming, jumping and coasting before the camera began rolling. This was a wonderful aspect of all the New Zealand kids I worked with. “I’ll do it! I’ll do it!”. “Not yet you won’t.” This in contrast to a number of American children I’ve directed who seemed overly keen to have a stuntman take over. “But you’re only climbing onto the kitchen table...”
Mud is a lasting memory of the shoot. Major locations were in the mangrove swamps around the Mahurangi, and in Armour Bay on the Manukau Harbour. Both have extensive mudflats that appear and disappear with remarkable rapidity. Filming needed meticulous planning to coordinate with the tides: the moment a canoe, barge or boat could float, or a body could swim, you had to be ready to shoot. There was simply no time to muck about. The essential pin in this was Mahurangi local Mike Cole. His intimate knowledge of the area was invaluable, and his skippering of Pooh and Piglet, his barge and boat, made filming possible.
Until you’ve floated through the mangroves on a calm, sunny, summer day, you have no idea how magical they can be. There were many rewards to filming there. It’s perhaps unfair to number among them a visit from my producer. Keen to see the process in the swamps, Ginette boarded Pooh to join us for an afternoon.
Once in position she succumbed to the magic, and decided that she ought to be of more practical help in the water with the crew, not sitting on Pooh thinking deep, productorial thoughts. She climbed off, unaware that on the port side — where the boys were exploring in their canoe — there was only a metre of water, and on the starboard side, where she got off so as not to cause a disturbance, there was a plunge to a three metre channel. Her sudden disappearance, though briefly noisy, didn’t cause much of a hold up, and proved the worth of Piglet in emergency situations, ferrying her back to base to dry off.
Time and tide wait for no man, and the thought of slogging back to base through ankle-deep mud — even calf-deep mud — certainly concentrated the mind. We won, most of the time, though there can't be many who have forgotten the day we shot Rex's last scene; half a kilometre off the beach, chasing the ebbing tide out, and then the long haul back, heaving lights, equipment and props in front of the flooding tide. A sense of guilt still lingers at the cheery wave I gave the production manager as I headed for home, leaving him to contemplate the imminent arrival of high tide, all the equipment spread across the beach — and the grip vehicle trapped up to its axles in mud, a couple of hundred metres out to sea.
SPOILER ALERT: The next two paragraphs talk about the final moments of the series
The ending did prove contentious. After shooting the scene, it occured to me that it might be 'nice' to have a more comfortable conclusion, and actually finish on Rex in the bosom of his family, wrapped in a blanket with a cuppa and a scone. It was decided that 'nice' was insufficient justification, and to leave it as written.
After the episode screened, TVNZ's international sales department had other ideas. They scripted and shot a closing scene in which an adult Rex received a letter from Jack, safe in New York. Somehow, despite an inability to swim, he'd made it ashore from his sinking boat, survived a journey north catching fish and trapping rabbits, and successfully made it back to the States, pursued by the New Zealand police and US army MPs. I strongly believe it would have been better to leave things as per Maurice’s script, and hope that the official preserved copy doesn’t include the addendum.
During the development and filming of The Fire-Raiser and The Champion, there had been occasional talk of making it a trilogy. Sadly the right subject never quite made it to the surface, and changing times and politics separated the creative team.
- Peter Sharp's many directing credits include The Fire-Raiser, Mortimer's Patch and Erebus: The Aftermath.
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