Peter Jackson's fantastical visions come to life in the Weta Cave, says Pamela Wade.
When you hear the sentence "Once we were asked to make an animatronic bun" and, knowing that here both options are equally likely, you wonder for a moment whether that last word was actually "bum" - that's when you realise you're in a special place.
In Wellington's otherwise unremarkable suburb of Miramar is the home of Weta, recognised the world over for creative and practical excellence. It's the trolls that are the giveaway: three of them, hulking and ugly, facial hairs waving in the breeze, slouch outside the Weta Cave, the only part of the enterprise open to the public and now operating Window into Weta tours.
A shop selling themed miniatures and reproductions to the avid fans trooping here from all over the world - everything from a Tintin T-shirt to a copy of The One Ring ($4875, solid gold, uninscribed) - the Weta Cave includes a small museum and a 25-minute video of the company's history. But next door is the real magic.
Guided tours each half-hour take people through a sample workshop where every stage from design to construction of props, models and costumes is shown and explained. From floor to ceiling, the space is crammed with weapons, armour, animals, monsters and people, hardly any of it quite what it seems. While that's a relief when it comes to a glass case full of grimy human skulls, it's a marvel to look at an apparently lethal hatchet, all wood and leather and gleaming metal, and see the guide casually bend its rubber blade.