This tendency in the New Zealand psyche to get straight into the post-mortem before even celebrating the birth of a wonderful new venture like The Hobbit has always perturbed me.
Sir Peter Jackson's mates from his Bad Taste days were particularly churlish in their comments to the Herald.
Top unionist Helen Kelly's vitriol was poisonous as she ripped into the Prime Minister on National Radio claiming he had lied over the shenanigans with Warner Bros. Give it a rest, Helen, we know what you think.
At least the Labour Party politicians were not so troubled by their own obvious hypocrisy that it stopped them enjoying a traipse along the red carpet in downtown Wellington.
And why not? Down among the crowds in Courtenay Place, it was a wonderfully joyous feeling. Just like those fabulous moments when South Auckland rocked down to the Auckland waterfront for the Rugby World Cup opening event or when Aucklanders lined the harbour to watch Russell Coutts triumph in the America's Cup regatta.
There is much to celebrate about the successes of these special Kiwis, who have managed to be "world-famous from New Zealand".
Sir Peter's blockbusters are truly huge. Half a billion dollars of hard cash has been invested in The Hobbit series alone.
It is truly great that a film-maker from a country of a mere 4.4 people million can, with a bit of Government help, pull this off.
We couldn't agree more. New Zealand punches above its weight in a wide range of ways, and success is something that should be celebrated, not derided.