![]() ![]() ![]() “But for some reason, this creature – this person – memorialised that moment,” she says, pointing to herself. Which is so I can grab at it, and take it, and then he can look back and go, ‘Oh, my god, what’s happened?’ ”Ĭampion isn’t exactly sure why this scene of mischief, collusion and love is so well-preserved in the glowing amber of her memory. ![]() He’s eating a grapefruit, holding a piece of the fruit on his spoon and looking around, pretending he’s not paying attention. “The one I’m remembering right now – even though there were flashes earlier – is sitting with my dad on the steps in Wellington, on a sunny day. “I think it’s my first memories on the planet, because in a way they are cinematic, even though they’re just fragments,” she says, speaking to me from a coastal house in New Zealand, just north-west of Wellington, which she uses when away from her long-time home in Sydney. Where would Campion’s legendary filmic gaze take the audience? What would she want us to see? I can’t help but wonder, while speaking to famed film director Jane Campion, now 69, what that frame would look like in the imaginary biopic of her life. In the movie version of any famous life, there’s almost always a childhood scene, rendered in black and white, grainy sepia or washed pastel footage, where the subject is brought back to square one, to a formative time and place. ![]() Normal text size Larger text size Very large text size ![]()
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