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orkluttar
Aug 29, 2014
Another surfing documentary, but with recent hi-tech variations to the photographics. They are slicked up and digitalized to the degree that the high def, high-rez footage resembles a Disney or other high bedget production. That's unusual for a surf film, but there's no real story plot, either. So while you may get some perx about quad-styling and the trending away from the thrusters of the past two decades, there's still the void of substance as a story or narrative genre. There's also some footage about stand-up pb surfing, using the paddle to rudder, that's not typical, and the surfer's proficient at that. But no domestic reality, thematic to any sort of characterization. Apart from some of the islanders doing a re-enactment of the indigenous primitive rituals, the mood presents no drama or theatricality that would raise the film above a docker genre. Though you'll certainly recognize Kelly Slater and some of the surfing chums that are on the tour. They seem to be waiting for an opportunity, but there's still that certain skew of the surf culture, where the immensity of the surfing dwarfs the human aspects;. . they have the feeling that they have to keep competing against the odds. Maybe some director or writer may dream up a way for them to present their human character to go with the technical photographic accomplishments.