“It ain’t about being the raddest. It ain’t about nailing clips. It’s more about freedom, individuality and having shitloads of fun; challenging the criteria that’s assigned to you. I understand that it ain’t for everyone, and that’s fine. When I think of things that appeal to everyone I think of Disney, McDonald’s and sweatpants.” —Dane Reynolds on his movie Thrills, Spills and What Not
Dane ran off 5,000 copies of his film for public consumption. You can go to Marinelayerproductions.com and click on the Summer Teeth rainbow to order your copy now. We got ours in the office and the booklet it comes in is really well done too. Even our art directors were impressed. And they’re all hard to impress because they’re artists.
In case you missed my early review of Thrills, here it is again — or check Stuart Cornuelle’s writeup from our journey to the New York premiere, in SURFING’s Movie Issue [Feb, 2010].
Dane’s New Movie
By Travis Ferré (Originally published August 6, 2010)
Dane Reynolds sees surfing through a very cracked lens, and yesterday, I took a look through that lens. I made my way into his hotel room about 80 minutes later than I’d said I would, stepped over a not-so-cold 30-pack of Coors Light and settled in for what Dane called “The West Coast Premiere Tour.” In attendance for this West Coast premiere, and hovering over Dane’s MacBook with us, were John Florence, Kai Neville, Blair Marlin, Darren Crawford, Dusty Payne, Chris Coté and Dane’s girlfriend Courtney, who is lead vocalist and drummer on many songs in the film.
“Is there a bar on this floor? I’m not sure I can watch you guys watch this,” Dane said as we all snapped blue-mountain Coors and prepared to hit play. “It’s not that kind of movie.”
After some coaxing from Courtney, Dane managed to stomach the pressure and settled in for the first-ever screening of Thrills, Spills and What Not.
And it begins with a mistake. A fall. Many falls. Choppy edits and sounds. The film is a moving ‘zine, shot about 99.9% on real, actual film. It looks incredible, even with a few not-on-purpose sun flares. It is like nothing the surf world has done before. There are no logos. It’s gritty. And fun. Nothing makes sense, except all of it. Like Joyce’s Ulysses. Or Benjy in The Sound and the Fury. There is no hook. No arc. No final sections, or sections at all. Or titles. And I’m pretty certain you’re all going to hate it.
But what this film will do, and what Dane is doing for surfing — at a time when webcasts are in HD and our precious lifestyle is under siege from logos and energetic liquids and aerial assaults and helicopters and blimps and f—king Target — is he’s done something for the sake of doing it. And from what I can tell, no other reason. And he did it nearly all by himself. Dustin Miller helped film and edit a bit, but this is Dane. And for fans of Dane Reynolds, this is as close to the man as you can get. Don’t believe anything else. Believe this. Dane likes to create things and go surfing. And this is one of those things he’s created and he does some surfin’ in it, but for those of you who are expecting to see innovative, groundbreaking action, you will be disappointed. For those of you who want to see what things look like through Dane’s sandy lenses, well, enjoy. I sure did.
Anyone out there who’s seen the movie, we’d be curious to hear your thoughts in the comments. Trash or treasure?