Look over the shoulder of the two-time champ during his Gold Coast campaign…
Dignity. Where did it go?
It ain’t in oversupply.
Girls with chubby baby legs posing in bikinis for Instagram accounts and weeping when the pitchforks come out; goddamned spoilt brats being patted on the head and told they rip, can sing, dance, write, whatever, little monsters, all of ’em.
John John Florence is a work of extreme originality.
Who knows what lurks in that heart? In that head?
This short film, which is wildly outdated given it was short during the first event of the year, is a maverick work that is exciting, genuine and funny.
John John does this, John John does that.
“I’m not aggressive enough,” he says at one point.
“John only talks to me when the camera is on,” says Kolohe Andino.
A wildly comic tour de force.