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.
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