New Zealand made its first feature with an entirely local crew in 1977 and legislated a film commission the year after, which is how old the industry is. What it produced almost immediately was a national register that Sam Neill later named the cinema of unease — bright landscape, something badly wrong underneath, and a striking number of films in which the country itself is the antagonist. It also produced two directors who took splatter comedy and deadpan mockumentary and turned them into the largest productions on earth, which is the other half of what New Zealand exports.