An enchanted reading of the last days of the J-Bay contest!
The American Peter King is like one of those permanent guests at a hotel. A very old man privy to the machinations of everything around him, a recorder of stories. You might only know he’s around by the old-timer cough as he attempts to dislodge the mucous that tends to linger in a man’s harvest years.
As is custom, Peter delivers a three-minute short to his masters at the WSL at the conclusion of each event. Although the quality ain’t what it used to be when it was a Hurley vehicle, less candour more schmaltz, this episode treads the right side of a very narrow margin.
Kelly stars as usual, oh he hates the camera don’t he? The moment all the photographers fall on themselves (3:47) is enchanted, Turpel says his head explodes about something and Filipe…Filipe… he makes the rest of the tour look like they belong to the barbiturate family!
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Turpel at 4:43: “I’d like to introdouche, your champion…”. Subtle.
Felipe is so much more enjoyable when he’s the center of attention versus when his dad is there.
“He looked rather pleasantly like a blond Satan.”
– Dashille Hammett, The Maltese Falcon
Only Satan could be so cunning as to make someone believe that there is nothing more that could be done by a human, even an extremely gifted human, on a wave.
We’re gonna have to wheel you out for a bit of sunshine soon too cobber
It’s so lame when they put the sunglasses and hats on as soon as they are in front of a camera.
And did you see the Monster logo quickly ripped off Filipe’s Hurley hat prior to the presentation?
Yup, it looked like it was tenuously attached when shown, so if I had to guess it fell off. I wonder if he got dinged for that.
I saw this and thought it was a return to form. But at the end of the day it’s the subjects who sparkle or fizzle, isn’t it?