Watch slain surfing great Chris Davidson in his wildest-ever movie role, starring as Kingswood Black in the 2003 masterpiece Doped Youth!

How do you wanna remember Davo? As the losing party in an alleged late-night fight or as the sneering, Billy Idol-esque preternatural talent that electrified surf fans?

Five nights ago, the Narrabeen surf prodigy Chris Davidson died after an alleged one-punch attack outside a bar in rural east coast Australia, 

Davidson, forty-five, was allegedly punched in the face by Grant “Grub” Coleman outside the South West Rocks Country Club at around eleven pm on Saturday, September 24. 

Davo fell, hit his head on the pavement, lights out. Sources close to BeachGrit allege the pair had a run-in at the bar and that Coleman was allegedly thrown out by the club’s security.

Paramedics treated Davo at the scene and he was taken to Kempsey Hospital but pronounced dead a short time later.

Kelly Slater, who famously lost to Davo in two consecutive heats at Bells Beach in 1996, wrote “Lost another soldier yesterday. One of the most naturally talented surfers I ever knew.”

So how do you wanna remember Davo? As the losing party in an alleged late-night fight or as the sneering, Billy Idol-esque preternatural talent that electrified surf fans and, in the instance of his role in Vaughan Blakey’s 2003 masterpiece Doped Youth, as the scene-stealing Kingswood Black. 

The movie, which was a giveaway with Waves magazine in September that year, follows the travails of a band called Doped Youth, starring Ozzie Wright, Vaughan Blakey, Dean Morrison, James Catto, Luke Stedman and, on drums, Chris Davidson. 

The group is desperate to win Battle of the Bands but must defeat five-time winner Groovy Avalon, played to perfection by the then three-time world champ Kelly Slater. 

When I asked director and writer Vaughan about Davo and the film earlier today he said, “We needed to shoot one last scene for the movie and we couldn’t find him anywhere. After an hour or calling and driving around Narrabeen looking for him we found him at the pub. The light was fading, everyone was back at the house getting nervous about missing flights and here’s Davo in the front bar of the Sands drinking schooners. I said, ‘Mate, we need ya back at the house for the final shot of the movie.’ He says, ‘Yeah, no worries. I’ll finish this, have one more and then come over after that. Anyway, he never showed up. Everyone went home and we shot him the next day. Last scene of the movie. Sitting there on the drums nodding after the gig with a big shit-eating grin like he’d nailed it. But then Ronnie and Kelly come on and announce that Doped Youth lose.”


Hawaiian surfers Mason Ho and Clay Marzo put on a hitherto unseen display of wizardry at once-secret Indonesian wave, “Any hole or any pit was pleasure, and pleasure was the sweet meat of reason!”

A brief penetrating glimpse into the talents of two of surfing’s greatest virtuosos.

In this short from the studio of Riordan Pringle we see his master, Mason Ho, along with Clay Marzo, who also burns like an STD, deliver a hitherto unseen display of sorcery at Desert Point on the island of Lombok in Indonesia.

It’s an extraordinary encounter, a brief penetrating glimpse into the talents of two of surfing’s greatest virtuosos. Although both men are well into their thirties now, Ho is thirty-four, Marzo is thirty-three, their surfing exhibits a youthful joy.


Hawaii’s “Queen of Crazy” Mason Ho releases short film described by critics as “jaw-dropping”, a “masterclass of tuberiding” and “tremendously exciting…searing in its white hot intensity!”

Each session stimulates Ho to such an extent he may have twenty to fifty completed airs on tape within two hours.

So many pretty adjectives can be thrown at Mason Ho’s wildly unique “shuck and jive” style of surfing, a whooshing flash that leaves spectators’ mouths flapping mutely.

In this edit, which takes us to the island of Sumbawa near Bali, and both in the Indonesian archipelago, thirty-four-year-old Mason is at full blast.

Deadly danger for Ho always generates his reflex ferocity to attack, maim and destroy the enemy. You can almost hear the urgency in his testicles.

Each session stimulates Ho to such an extent he may have twenty to fifty completed airs on tape within two hours.

He will stop only when totally exhausted and his brain is flushed with the winning adrenalin of ego.

Essential viewing.

See the astonishing moment brave Indonesian fishermen capture and slowly kill a twenty-foot tiger shark for her fins, later sold for thirty dollars: “It is very difficult to defeat such an animal! These men have nothing but their hands and their courage!”

An exercise in irony and cultural relativism!

Life is cruel, something we don’t appreciate and that only comes into relief, perhaps, when we discover our woman has been getting railed by a giant Russian cock
while we slave over our spreadsheets in our little cubicles.

Armed only with a few hooks, some nylon line, knives and a ton of bravado, the fishermen capture and kill a tiger shark that, oowee, has gotta be close to twenty foot.

It ain’t a regular occurrence for the men, maybe once a year if the gods are feeling benevolent, they’ll get to put one of the majestic creatures to the sword.

In this case, the tiger is so big they can’t get it on the boat and tow it back to port, drowning it in the process.

Narration in the short is excellent.

“It is very difficult to defeat such an animal. These men have nothing but their hands and their courage to overcome the shark.”

At a nearby fish market, the shark is sold for thirty American dollars.

Santa Barbara father-of-three Dane Reynolds shocks surf world with film of the year, skewering racism and segregation in the waves with tour-de-force feature “Hallucinatory Idiocy!”

"I always knew it would be a can of worms," says the former world number four.

The former world number four surfer known for his “go for broke” style of surfing that includes many experimental and aerial maneuvers has shocked surf fans with his latest film, Glad You Scored, though I prefer the title Hallucinatory Idiocy.

Dane Reynolds, a father of three who is a couple weeks away from turning thirty seven, is surfing’s rampart against the milquetoast horror of the WSL’s “pandering bullshit that’s exploiting surfing” and, therefore, we must watch and examine closely every piece of his creative output.

Reynolds writes:

We landed home from the final trip to Indonesia on July 7th and we had promised Vans the film would be complete for review July 15th. The premier was based around US Open of Surfing and the event was August 6th.

Someone could probably have made a better film if they documented Hunter and I trying to pull this film together over the past month. Licensing music, computer crashes, missing files, I always knew it would be a can of worms.

But the story I wanted to convey was buried in hours of voice memos I had recorded on the road during decisive or funny or moments that I thought could tell a story, whatever that was going to be, and put the viewer on the road with us while we are trying to get waves and footage.

Boiling that down into a comprehensible storyline was a mind numbing process that I couldn’t ask anyone else to do. I’d work on that during the day and Hunter, for some reason thought he’d be more creative at night and would edit surfing till sun rise. Leaving us nearly zero time to connect the dots between surf sections and the story.

Anyways, it came around and it’s one of my favorite films we’ve done cause it show’s what a shit show it’s really like pulling together surf film.

For me anyway, seems a lot easier and breezy and for all the folks that are always scoring! But now I’m a guy that scores… so look for me in big blue pits from here on out!

Too many highlights to list. Essential etc.