And afterwards, Jack Johnson serenades an enthusiastic crowd.
Surf-movie goers finally to see the fully monty of the Hobgood’s new flick, All Tha Way Live. After a no-show at Canes in Mission Beach a couple weeks ago, Poor Specimen delivered at the UCSD Price Center this Wednesday to the delight of the crowded theater.
[IMAGE 1]It was hard to tell whether people were psyched on the movie — which was good — because the crowd was frighteningly quiet. It could have been because finals were approaching, but the most likely reason is that the crowd didn’t take advantage of the cheap pitchers at Round Table, located just around the corner from the theater. That’s why La Paloma premieres go off — The Saloon is right across the street, and definitely utilized.
Anyway, most of the crowd also stuck around to see Jack Johnson play a post-movie set. He is an amazing musician, by the way. Word has it he will soon tour with Ben Harper (who’s producer produced Johnson’s debut album, “Brushfire Fairytales”).
So how was All Tha Way Live? Here’s the play-by-play from attendee Sander Nauenberg:
I doubt that anyone who saw All Tha Way Live would argue that Slater, the Hobgoods, Bobby Martinez, or any of the other individuals featured are not phenomonal surfers. These guys surf incredibly well and ridiculously fast. Actually, the speed at which they surf in the movie is unbelievable. Well, actually everything in the movie seems to move rather quickly — the lip falls faster, the whitewater shoots up faster — faster than Mother Nature intended.
Maybe I’m a bit critical, but when one of the Hobgoods goes straight up and demolishes a lip on a perfect Indo left, I see no reason why it needs speeding up. Same for the clips of guys getting barreled or boosting airs. What’s the hurry?
Along with some very impressive surfing at a very over-filmed part of the South Pacific, there was some sick footage of the said characters joined by the likes of Taj Burrow, throwing themselves into some sick Barrels in Oz. Taj is really impressive with his consistent gouging cutbacks after pulling in. There’s also some solid Hawai’i footage and some Cali and East Coast footage that, despite being impressively surfed, basically is a blunt reminder of why we travel.
On that notion of traveling, there’s some filler of the Hobgoods talking about life and what not, all of which is all right except for an elongated travel section of CJ traveling on a non-surf trip to New York City (that part could definitely have used the speeding up that was wasted on the Mentawai section).
One notable section shows Dean Morrison combining some impressive old-school power with some super new-school air shuvits, showing that there are guys who can bust out the best of both worlds.
Outshining all the newer school guys is Poor Specimen’s ace in the hole, Kelly Slater. Slater’s sections are short but mind blowing. His surfing is still a notch above in both large and small surf.
This movie has definitely some of the most critical surfing being done today. Following the same surfers throughout a movie gets a little monotonous, but at least the surfers chosen were talented enough to warrant being followed.