I want to be a rock in the river of history, changing its flow, muses Jarod Rawiri as George Nepia in this calm, poetic, almost transcendental homage to the 1924 Invincibles fullback. Then he shrugs and says he's no rock, he's just a "pebble".
This beautifully unhurried one-man play - less an event-recording biography and more of a character sketch - is full of such self-effacement. Wide-eyed, George is astonished he's "seen as a hero because of what [he] could do with a rugby ball - a piece of pig skin!"
With gentle humour and a touch of poignancy, playwright Hone Kouka serves up Nepia according to traditional New Zealand taste in champions: the epitome of a great, yet humble, man. Complicated issues of race are noted but sidestepped. In Rawiri's characterisation, George is a good-natured naif who accepts his teammates calling him "hori" and doesn't often wish, even in private, to rock the boat.
Filling in the deliberate spaces of the script, Tawata Productions do an excellent job of supporting Rawiri's well-measured performance in interesting ways. Miriama Ketu-McKenzie's old-timey score is effective, and Robert Larsen's and Thomas Hanover's illustrations, projected on to a hessian backboard, are appealing and suggestive.
Under the direction of Jason Te Kare, Rawiri has superb, quiet, confident stage presence; his face lights up and his actions are strong, clear and deliberate.