Essential: Watch Chippa Wilson and Balaram Stack in “Pink Flamingos!”

"I'm all dressed up and ready to fall in love."

In this film by Canadian filmmaker Ben Gulliver, we see the Australian Chippa Wilson, and New Yorker Balaram Stack, release a murderous hammering at off-season Waco wave tank, flavoured pink.

Surf films are, generally, too important to be left to surfers and therefore it has taken Gulliver, from Vancouver, to complete a film that thrills in much the same way as John Water’s classic Pink Flamingos.

The pitch in Pink Lemonade is simple: colour the water at Waco pink.

Surf and film.

The completed work is much bigger.

A gift from Gulliver whose work is so elevated it raises a finger to his peers as if to say, “Eat the bird, bitch!”

PINK LEMONADE from Ben Gulliver on Vimeo.

Watch: Eighties fabulist and yellow-haired honeypot Oscar Langburne in “Well, he’s a fat little insect, hideous to the eye!”

But such a pretty slumberous style!

Oscar Langburne is an Australian goofyfooter, in his seventeenth year, for whom eighties guitar bands hold the key to existence and who looks like a happy angel with black nail polish.

If you were to road-trip with the kid, your ears would tune in to a worldly mix of The Birthday Party, The Jam, The Cure, Television etc.

Oscar might be accused, correctly or incorrectly depending on your point of view, of mimicking the slack-kneed style of slumberous South African Craig Anderson, but this, I think, might be more of Oscar’s good taste dripping through rather than he playing a con.

This edit by Billy Lee-Pope, shows Oscar surfing Raglan, in New Zealand.

It was meant to be part of a two-pronged approach where the kid showed his chops in long lefts and long rights, the righthander was gonna be Winkipop, but COVID shuttered the Victorian experience.

Watch: Mason Ho give hell to Backdoor on a 4’9″ micro-whip, “A work of mastercraft, with perfectly beveled rim…”

A day to blow or get blown…

One of the heroes of the North Shore is a young-ish man, thirty one years old, with light tea-coloured skin and hair so curly many believe he wears a woollen wig.

In this short film, Mason Ho, son of Mike, big bro of Coco, rides a four-foot-nine, seventeen-and-a-half-inch-wide Lost Mini Rad Ripper, a micro sled he expertly uses to caress various grooves.

At Backdoor of a reasonable size, Mason expert strays from the usual lines and employs footwork in a manner as hot as a teenage boy.

Watch and admire the textures.

Watch: John John Florence in “I was devastated when they stopped making sailors’ pants with bell bottoms! They project something good-natured!”

Episodes one and two of John John Florence four-part series where he learns to conquer the ocean by sail…

If further confirmation of two-time world champion surfer John John Florence’s connection to the ocean was necessary, it comes, here, in the form of a four-part series documenting his route to becoming a bluewater sailor.

The series, called Vela, a Sanskrit word for coast and not to be confused with the Punjabi word Velle which means a sonofabitch layabout, although both are apt names for a sailing vessel, follows John John as the open ocean opens up to him like a flower, slowly, petal by petal.

A riotous excursion of the human spirit.

Watch: Happy Gen Z Surfers mock Coronavirus in “Either your brains or your signature is going to be on this contract!”

The absurdity of the blackmarket and the insanity of hoarders wrapped up in a neat lil Mafia movie spoof…

Difficult times, etc, or so I’m told, although if I peer through my curtain, past the cavalcade of rangers in fluorescent coats with notebooks and the authority to hit a man with a thousand-buck fine, I see blue skies painted with handfuls of cirrus clouds and an ocean, as green as Capri, and without its usual colony of suicidal VALs.

A paradise, you would say, if sinister particles weren’t smeared on shopping trolly handles, door frames and so on, hunting the, mostly, elderly.

Two surfers who refuse to be cowed by the possibility of drowning on their own mucous in a makeshift hospital cot, weepy mammy and daddy watching their death agonies via FaceTime, are Josiah and Micah Amico, from Ventura, California.

In this short, written, directed and starring Josiah, twenty-one, and his little bro Michah, eighteen, the pair take on the absurdity of the blackmarket and the insanity of hoarders and wrap it up in a neat lil Mafia movie spoof.

Outstandingly well edited, enlightening and entertaining.