Immense green grottoes.

The surfing of Jackie Robinson, twenty-three and from Margaret River, Australia, will put you in a transcendental rush like a modest churchgoing woman with a plastic vibrating dildo.

The four-minute edit, below, are the outs from Jackie’s section in Snapt4, the ongoing sequel to Logan Dulien’s Snapt series of films. The surfer with the best section, as judged by Bobby Martinez, Mick Fanning and Taj Burrow, will win forty-thousand dollars.

I asked Dulien for a what, why, how.

“Since COVID and with the contest season clipped  this gave Jack the opportunity to harvest five months of pretty fucked-up clips during the best time of year in WA,” he says. “Kid went to town non stop filming nearly every day.  Not sure the last time his schedule has allowed him to do this and might not happen again till he retires. His best clips are on ice for the movie and way more nuts then these.”

Without further ado etc.

You be the judge etc.

John John Florence came into the world a fatherless little boy who, rapidly, became adored by the rich and the poor, the stupid and the intelligent.

His popularity as a two-time world champion is such that he can’t walk down the street without being assaulted by a delirious crowd.

His eyes are intelligent and he is intelligent, too, in his silence and his darkness.

Albee Layer, meanwhile, strikes you as a charming and irritating young layabout with the smile of a wild animal that can’t be caged.

This seven-minute edit, which also features Matt Meola and John’s brother Nathan, is a bullfight of sorts at a Hawaiian righthander fed by a perfect under-your-wings air wind.

Violent emotions are released.

Who wins?

The spins of Albee or the grace of John?

Afterwards, delicious fresh mussels, opened over a fire, are served by Matt Meola.