If I could sum up The Vultures in two words, I’d say it’s awkwardly honest.

The quirky, quick, very witty show was a courageous discussion of a very familiar world of land ownership, sibling rivalry, family responsibilities, environmental concerns, and everything in between.  It was very relatable in that most of us know an aunty who drives us mad, a local lake or river we can’t swim in, and many Māori have experienced, or know someone who has experienced, the stress of dealing with land issues.

The cast was a joy to watch. Head to toe, they were working – the heave of a chest breathing heavily, the nervous twist of a gumboot, the lumbering gait of someone living with back problems; everything worked to make me believe the drama, interspersed with comic freezes to bring relief when the story got too heavy.  

My highlights were the costumes and the quick and clever script.

My only gripe, and it is a small one, is that sometimes the soundtrack was too loud, and at times, distracting from the story. 

Way too quotable, way too relatable, but funny enough to get away with issues and storylines that might otherwise cause discomfort due to being too close to home for too many of us. 

For that I give The Vultures a rating of 4 Poi, but if you want to see it, you’ll need to get in quick as the Auckland season has a really short run.