Congratulations Joel Parkinson for wining the ASP Tour and dethroning 11x champion Kelly Slater.

Volcom Fiji Pro, with swell on the forecast who’s going to get the best barrels?? Should be a insane event, make time to watch it.

Salt Creek before crowds

The surfboard shapers and designers at Infinity, consist of master craftsman Steve Boehne and his two sons Dan and Dave. The Boehne family tree takes a lot of pride in the heritage that they bring to each shape. Steve, who taught the rest of the crew the many lessons in sculpting foam, shaped and glassed his first board in 1960 at the age of 13.

The first Infinity Surfboard was shaped in 1970. It is a 7′ balsa single fin with #1 proudly printed on the tail. It has never been ridden but hangs as a memorial on the wall. Since that time, more than 30,000 surfboards have been carefully created. They on the other hand, have taken the drop and drawn every possible line that perhaps 35,000 or more riders could think of.

Steve discovered surfing in 1959. His first board was a balsa Velzy -Jacobs. He surfed Torrance Beach and Palos Verdes Cove. The early surfing culture was strong in “South Bay” even before the Beach Boys records. He built about a hundred boards in his garage until 1968 when he went to work shaping for Gordie Surfboards. Gordie was a master craftsman and really helped Steve refine his classic longboard shapes.

Shortboards exploded on the scene around ’69 and Steve shaped about 50 boards a week for several shops in Huntington Beach for the next couple of years. He and Barrie were married in 1971 and together, they opened the first Infinity Surf Shop. It was in an old gas station on 5th and PCH in Huntington beach. The hand painted sign boasted perfect surfboards, hopefully that meant perfectly suited.

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Last week, while channel surfing with my daughter, I had the misfortune of stumbling upon the film Blue Crush. I instantly knew I had to find another activity, this being a movie she enjoys. She likes this female North Shore with it’s tired plot and cheesy dialogue; exactly the reasons I can’t stand it. I sat through fifteen minutes of…well…whatever was happening; girl has boy-issues, girl has wardrobe issues, girl has other-girl issues, girl attempts giant Pipe and has reef issues. Longest fifteen minutes of my life…

And then this weekend, I was having lunch in a cafe that plays old 60′s Beach Blanket Bullshit movies. This one was Ride the Wild Surf. The sound was off, so it was tolerable. In case all those ‘surfploitation’ flicks all run together and seem all the same to you (as they should), the story follows three surfers, one of them Fabian (huh?) and the other Tab Hunter (seriously?) who come to Hawaii in search of big surf. That didn’t make a distinction between the other 60′s flicks, did it..? I’ll admit it was pretty cool picking out the actual surfers in the big wave sequences like Dora and Greg Noll. And you know the rest: the film cuts to close-ups of the actors ‘surfing,’ which in actuality, was the actor balancing on a Radio Flyer wagon in front of a rear-projection screen with waves in the background. Assistants then sprayed them with water while jerkin’ around the wagons to give the desired effect (no shit..)

Wow….bitchin’.

It was right about the time I watched Tab Hunter wipe-out (and boy was he one handsome queen…) that I wondered, as every surfer has for decades: when will Hollywood make a surf movie with an interesting plot, characters and dialogue? You know, those three simple ingredients that make a movie good…

Now, let me clarify “surf movie.” According to Wikipedia, surf films ‘fall into three distinct genres:’

the surfing documentary – targeting the surfing enthusiast
the 1960s beach party films – targeting the broader community
fictional feature films with a focus on the reality of surfing

I’ll exclude the ‘surfing documentary’ of course. Five Summer Stories, Endless Summer, and countless others are surf flicks, and don’t count. You know: surfers….surfing….killer soundtrack….shot of a Reef model from behind every so often. Surf flick….you follow? And to be (somewhat) fair, the 60′s surfploitation films don’t really count either. They were trying to cash in a trendy craze, and that they did. Even into the 80′s there were movies being made designed to cash in on the sex appeal of the sport. Remember Hardbodies? An 80′s sex-comedy originally made for Playboy TV, but released as a feature film, with Courtney Gains. Courtney…..fuggin’……GAINS. I’d rather watch a porno with Abe Vigoda. Filmed in Hermosa Beach, home to such famous breaks as…uh…that one beach break…umm…the one by the snack bar, uh…….YA…exactly.

But the ‘fictional feature films with a focus on the reality of surfing’ films…those little gems. Hasn’t been too many of ‘em, but they haven’t exactly hit the nail on the head with the whole ‘focus on the reality of surfing,’ now, have they?

We’ve all seen North Shore (I even saw it when it was in the theaters) and you probably even found it entertaining back in the day. Up until that time, Big Wednesday was about the only film to feature a plot based around surfing. It came after the Beach Party films and before the rest of the crap that’s hit the screens since. Good plot. Cool characters, loosely based on real people. Written buy a couple guys that actually surfed, John Milius being one. He also wrote Apocalypse Now, which explains why the famous beach attack scene so Lance could hit a ‘six foot peak’ and subsequent ‘Charlie don’t surf’ line worked so well. So how does North Shore measure up, now that you’re older and wiser? Let me remind you, the main character comes to (where else?) the North Shore. You see, he’s mastered the wave-pools of Arizona. Arizona…..Ari….zona. Oooooo-kay……moving right along…..

Ok, I’ll admit, sometimes when I’m flippin’ around the channels on a lazy hung-over Sunday, I’ll come across Point Break and watch it a little longer than I care to reveal. It’s got that cheese-factor like the other just-can’t-turn-off Patrick Swayze flick, Roadhouse. And in its defense, the plot ain’t half bad: bank robbers who rob to support their surfing lifestyle, FBI agent infiltrates gang undercover. Ok! Kinda cool! I’m likin it! Let’s get some good surf footage, done by real surfers, and then let that multi-talented dancing hunk Swayze work his magic! Keanu Reeves is the FBI agent? Instant diarrhea pie in the face. Thanks, Tinsel Town.

As with any Keanu Reeves film I dare sit through, I find myself wishing his character would die, preferably near the beginning of the story. How cool would it have been if his chute didn’t open during the skydiving scene? Or Swayze’s character comes up to Johnny Utah (good god), tells him he knows he’s undercover….then stitches him with a full clip from an AK…then he turns to his bandit-bro’s and says, “Ok dudes. Let’s go surfing. Then rob some banks.” Man…I’d have really enjoyed that….

I remember seeing In God’s Hands in the theater. And uh…that’s about all I remember about that turd. You would think that a movie with so many legendary surfers, with Matt George as a co-writer would finally give watermen and women something to cheer about for the first time since Big Wednesday. Hey, worked for John Milius, right? Matt George I gotta think surfs way better than Milius! Right!? Gonna be a great flick! Ya….well….see kids, any similarities between George and Milius end in the lineup. See, Milius went to a little thing called film school. Matt George? Well…he’s…a good surfer I’m guessing.

The tag-line read ‘To surf 40-foot waves is to put yourself…In God’s Hands.’ And to watch Shane Dorian act is to put yourself in the Devil’s….I mean COME. ON. PEOPLE. I paid money to watch this. I think if Dorian is allowed to act in a movie, I should be able to enter the Pipe Masters. And I’ll say this with not even half a bottle in me: I guaran-damn-tee you my surfing is light years ahead of his acting. Put me in the goddamn film! I’ve been surfing for thirty years and I’ve done Shakes-PEARE for chrissakes. Ya. You read it right. And I ain’t talkin’ about some high school production years ago. Any producer who happens to read this and thinks I’m kidding, you can fuggin’ try me.

So what else is there? As of this writing, Soul Surfer is still in theaters (I ain’t even going near this one). And Blue Crush 2 went to video faster than Jaws: The Revenge. And just about every film with a plot around surfing has also gone straight to the shelf. Matthew McConaughey makes movies that rake in millions. Anyone seen Surfer, Dude? If you’re like me, you cringe when you see a movie poster with a surfboard or wave in it. Sure there’s been a few films with nice little surf ‘vignettes’; Fast Times At Ridgemont High, Lords Of Dogtown, and of course Col. Kilgore and the rest of the Air Cav swooping in under ‘Ride of the Valkyries’ to capture that six foot peak.

But I see a billboard with some Hollywood hunk all airbrushed holding a board with some catchy tag-line like “He went from the milk farms of Nebraska to cow-ABUNGA!” and ohhh man…..man oh man……

The Horror. . . the horror. . .