Movies based on plays which do not expand beyond the space-confined, actor-centric, spontenaity-fuelled canvas of the original work are a dangerous breed and none, more-so, than this film. This film suffers horribly from transitioning to the big screen where so much of the plot's dynamics that effect magic on a stage become humdrum, cliche, indie-film-fodder with no drive, no ambition, no magic and - often - no real direction or sense. Taungaroa Emile is the real star of the film while everyone, including top-billing star Ruby Dee, present the most unrealistic and inaccurate portrayals of Fijians I've ever seen (though Tanea Heke is a fantastic exception). Pained, tiresome, lumbering snooze-fest that no amount of charm (or its acceptable third act) can save and highly suspect cultural research to boot. No thanks, this is just more forgettable New Zealand art fluff with no market and no hope.