Exclusive Clip: ‘DEANO AND NIGE’S BEST LAST DAY EVER’ – History of Friendship


Preston Barta // Features Editor

Director: Robert Sarkies
Writer: Duncan Sarkies and Robert Sarkies
Cast: Bret McKenzie, Hamish Blake and Maaka Pohatu
Distribution Company: Vegababy Releasing
VOD and DVD Release Date: September 8, 2015

I think it’s safe to say many of us know people much like the characters depicted in DEANO AND NIGE’S BEST LAST DAY EVER. You know, those two guys who create havoc, know how to party and make every situation fun. The friendship that blossoms between Deano (Hamish Blake) and Nige (Bret McKenzie) rings very true to anyone who has gone on a rebellious streak. The duo’s alliance in the film becomes a full-blown bromance that could even get the ladies jealous.

Deano and Nige are the kind of friends who can depend on each other, even when times get heavy and imperative. In this case, especially when one friend accidentally runs over and kills an innocent hitchhiker. Hey, it happens. So when Nige finds himself caught in this messy situation, he has only person he can turn to: Deano. However, the only issue is, Deano is not exactly the most reliable dude in the brosphere. From there, hilarity ensues.

In honor of the film’s DVD and VOD release today, Fresh Fiction has an exclusive clip from the film, titled “History of Friendship.” The clip gives audiences a taste of the film’s tone and comedy, which is sure to tickle your fancy.

Clip – “History of Friendship”


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Preston Barta

Hello, there! My name is Preston Barta, and I am the features editor of Fresh Fiction and senior film critic at the Denton Record-Chronicle. My cinematic love story began where I was born: off planet on the isolated desert world of the Jakku system. It's there I passed the time scavenging for loose parts with my good friend Rey. One day I found an old film projector and a dusty reel of the 1975 film JAWS. It rocked my world so much that I left my kinfolk in the rearview (I so miss their morning cups of green milk) to pursue my dreams of writing about film. It wasn't long until I met two gents who said they would give me a lift. I can't recall their names, but one was an older man who liked to point a lot and the other was a tall, hairy fella. They got me as far as one of Jupiter's moons where we crossed paths with the U.S.S. Enterprise. Some pointy-eared bastard said I was clear to come aboard. He saw that I was clutching my beloved shark movie and invited me to the "moving pictures room" where he was screening the 1993 film JURASSIC PARK to his crew. He said my life would be much more prosperous if I were familiar with more work by the god named Steven Spielberg. From there, my love for cinema blossomed. Once we reached planet Earth, everything changed. I found the small town of Denton, TX, and was welcomed into the Barta family. They showed me the writings of local film critic Boo Allen. He became my hero and caused me to chase a degree in film and journalism. After my studies at graduate of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I met some film critics who showed me the ropes and got me into my first press screening: 2011's THE GREEN LANTERN. Don't worry; I recovered just fine. MAD MAX: FURY ROAD was only four years away.