After 26 simultaneous Black Friday premieres…what’s the score on Taylor Steele’s latest brainchild? Maybe better you tell us.
Siskel Ebert says: “This movie made me poop Skittles.”
Newsweek wrote: “Best movie since the last one we reviewed.”
New York Times says: “A triumph. Tour de force. Simply astonishing.”
Really? I mean, really? Anyone who reviews a surf movie the day after the premiere probably didn’t enjoy themselves watching it. A surf premiere is a celebration of another surf movie being born into the world. The real reviews occur in the privacy of your home. Pizza and a cold bevvy after you surf. Amped for the next session? Chilling with your bros? This is the real test.
In some ways, Taylor Steele’s Innersection even defies review. It’s not one movie — it’s 25 movies. Different filmmakers. Different surfers. We’re asked to pick our favorites, to pull it apart, to choose a $100,000 winner. But the real question is, does it work as a whole? End to end. In your home. When you need it most.
At the Oahu premiere in Honolulu, I personally had a blast. SURFING rolled a party bus out from the North Shore full of Innersection stars like Cory Lopez, Nat Young and Mikala Jones. At Lulu’s, we met up with the Guduaskas brothers, John Florence, Flynn Novak, Dylan Graves, Brazilian qualifier Marco Giorgi and Peruvian champ Gabriel Villaran and there was certainly a feeling of celebration in the room. This was the victory lap. The realization of all their hard work. I was pretty keen to watch the movie myself, but ended up working the mic, hucking product around the room, and talking shop with guys already eyeballing next year’s prize. Premieres get like that. A great night out, but I kinda missed the movie.
ESPN says it “blew monkeys.”
Oprah Winfrey says she “wet herself.”
Time magazine says, “We totally puked afterward.”
I trust those sources more than anything.
I certainly wouldn’t trust a review from me. I’d probably just lie to you. Maybe try to bribe you with a free hat and some stickers. Bro’d out, bro.
It’s the day after now, and everyone’s calling me for a copy of the movie. They didn’t see it either, but they’re finally ready. Now the real reviews begin. Every house along the North Shore will be deconstructing the turns, the airs the edits. Slo-mo. Rewind. Skip, skip, skip. And there are critics harsher than Oprah and Newsweek combined: You.
This is how we roll Innersection-style. Power to the people. You voted these surfers in. So why shouldn’t you review their performance?
So let’s hear what you thought. You’ve used the Internet before, right? There’s a comment box below. Sit down with a freshly printed DVD and get your review on.
Were you farting rainbows, or checking the fridge for more turkey leftovers? Peep-holes from the peoples — that’s how we like it. —Nathan Myers