I usually think the book version of a story is better than the movie, but sometimes the opposite is true. In this case, I enjoyed the book (Wild Pork and Watercress) and the movie (Hunt for the Wilderpeople) equally even though they have very different endings. Barry Crump (book) and Taika Waititi (movie) both have wonderfully humorous ways of looking at the world, and if anybody had to turn this book into a movie, I can’t think of anyone who could do it better. The book has a lot of words and phrases that would be familiar to any New Zealander, but I had to look things up (for example, a chook is a chicken) which added to my enjoyment. Wild Pork and Watercress is funny, engaging, touching, and sometimes sad. Long live Ricky Baker!