Twenty years ago I tuned in to a film already in progress and became engrossed. I felt I knew the community. Even the layout of the building looked familiar, the people. I’d seen that hat, that face, that rascal dog. The whole thing was eerily familiar and real.

I found I’d been watching Green Bush. I looked for the director’s name and discovered it was a Thornton. I loved that film and the casual love it displayed, the humour in the difficult community situation. It felt like a miniature masterpiece. Young Warwick, eh. Watch out!