Tom Cruise will soon be heading this way again for the filming of the new Mission: Impossible movie, and Tourism NZ - not to mention the Glenorchy Cafe and numerous other local businesses - will be rubbing their hands with glee. More big-screen coverage of South Island scenery, more fans
Pamela Wade: All too familiar
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Tom Cruise is returning to these shores to film his latest movie. Photo / Matthias Nareyek
London, Paris, Rome, New York; the Tuscan countryside, Iceland's bare fells, Hawaii's jungly cliffs — they're all spectacular, all fixtures on the tourist must-do list, and all instantly connected with afterwards when you see them on the big screen. That otherwise pleasing "Been there!" thrill of recognition: in the cinema, if it doesn't totally destroy the illusion the director has worked so hard to create, and for which you've paid good money, it certainly dilutes it.
Small price to pay for travelling the world? Of course: but consider too that it also works the other way around. You might be arriving in Los Angeles for your first visit to the US, looking forward to exploring — but, it turns out, you've seen it all already. The Hollywood sign, Santa Monica Pier, Sunset Boulevard, Venice Beach: they've appeared a million times on various screens back home. It's even more the case in New York, where every street scene is familiar and all that's missing are the characters from Friends, Seinfeld, 30 Rock or umpteen other TV series and movies.
It gives you a bit of a buzz to recognise the locations, but at the same time it sucks away all sense of novelty and surprise. It's as though some spoilsport has told you what's inside your Christmas presents.
Sometimes, the on-screen and real-life worlds can overlap in a suitably Inception manner. Walking across Brooklyn Bridge on my first visit to the Big Apple, to get the classic Friends view back towards Manhattan, I navigated my way to the platform beneath the bridge only to find it was off-limits. There, lying on the boards draped in slimy river weed, was a drowned mermaid, and gazing down at her with his lips pursed was Gary Sinise, in his CSI: New York incarnation.
It was enough to bring on an attack of derealisation. Fortunately, Gary's canvas chair was handy for a quick sit-down; and a banana from the laden craft service table, at the invitation of a bored extra, gave me enough of a boost to set me on my way back into the real world.
Returning equally unerringly to my hotel, I had to admit: the downside of having the novelty of a first visit spoilt by previous on-screen exposure is pretty evenly balanced by immediately knowing your way around, and feeling quite at home.