Watch: “Surfing The World’s Dirtiest Deep Throat!”

Derek Rielly

By

It promises physical pain and filth!

This compelling short is part two of Natxo Gonzalez‘ attempts to surf a piping sandbar righthander somewhere…mmmm… in North Africa, one would think.

In part one, released last October, Natxo finds his sandbar right after much desert combing but despite a little of that Basque soul-based brute machismo chickens out after two waves.

“When I was here for the first time with (filmmaker) Jon, I was really scared at times. The wave breaks in really shallow water, we were all alone. After catching a couple of waves, I stopped surfing. Not because I was tired or the waves stopped, it was simply too dangerous. There was no one around, it is a long drive to the nearest town and an even longer one to the nearest hospital.”

In part two, Naxto brings pals and they lynch the joint.

“Not only was the angle of the swell a little easier, to have your best friends around makes you feel more safe and charge harder. And as they say: sharing is caring. It’s just the best thing in the world if you can share perfect waves with your best friends.”

Cheesy, yeah, but maybe a little poignant too. For what are we without the love of another man in the desert?

Comments
0
Load Comments
0

Full-length documentary: The Mad Hueys in “I’d swim through an ocean of shit gasses for a good time!”

Derek Rielly

By

The heartwarming story of a group of have-nots who suddenly became fabulously successful…

There’s little subtlety in the group of Queensland surfers who call themselves The Mad Hueys. Stripped to the waist, punctured beer can in hand, rod (fishing) in the other. Riding on boats. Jetskis. Waves. Hollering and clapping their hands, talking that nasty sweet shit as they hump the inanimate, fish, surfboards etc.

The epithet Mad Huey hit Australian surfers’ lexicon sometime in the early 2000s, from the lips of Gold Coast surfers Damon Nichols and co, first, and popularised in the larger community by the celebrity Taj Burrow and his photographer John Respondek. If you did something impressively crazy, took off on a ten-foot closeout, threw a dozen shots down your throat or similar, you would be a Mad Hui.

For legal reasons, I believe, the spelling was altered to Huey.

This very long documentary of forty minutes will maim your entire morning but does explain the genesis of what has become a successful brand.

Oh it’s a loaded syringe.

Comments
0
Load Comments
0
A problem not easily solved!

Wipeout reel: “Bitch-swiped!”

Derek Rielly

By

Aggressive misandry!

This three-minute wipeout reel was filmed on the east coast of Australia at a handful of photographic (and film) staples.

In it, paddle-in surfers (mostly), behave as if they were religious zealots dotted around the edge of a volcano, suddenly diving headlong into the abyss as if to invoke a sense of the divine.

What strikes me about the film, or more correct this montage, is the chaos of the game. Men paddle down the face of a ten-footer, do everything right, set a rail here, dodge a flared lip there, only to be knocked for a loop.

Engrossing. 

Comments
0
Load Comments
0

Surfing in post-nuclear meltdown Fukushima: “The Radiation is down and the surf is up!”

Derek Rielly

By

"Great nature and great waves!"

Remember that damn earthquake and the tsunamis that tore hell out of Japan in 2011? It was the biggest quake to hit Japan in recorded history, and the fourth biggest in the world since record-keeping began. A nine on the richter scale. 

Sixteen thousand dead, six thousand injured, a few thousand disappeared.

In Fukushima, which is home to some fine waves and whose name translates as Happy Island, the nuclear power plant overheated, blew to pieces and showered the town with radiation. One hundred thousand people fled their homes. The second-biggest nuclear disaster after Chernobyl.

Not the sorta joint you’d imagine as a surf vacay.

But, as this video produced by the Olympic channel points out, the waves still pump, the locals call the atmosphere “cosy and we welcome other surfers” and you can stroll through stores and car yards and schools that look the same as the day they were abandoned.

(Examine photos here.)

A lucid and interesting documentary.

Comments
0
Load Comments
0
This is the way they treat a man of talent and real worth in America.

Griffin Colapinto in “I’ll shine like a million suns if only you’ll love me!”

Derek Rielly

By

Come for the laughs, stay for the surfing…

It says something about the sport of kings (and queens, of course) that little quarter is given even to the very talented.

In this sub-three minute clip featuring everyone’s fav rookie Griff Colapinto at Lowers, you can see the way America treats a man of talent and of real worth. Oh it’s just dreadful. Boards here and there, aft and fore. The just-turned-twenty-year-old with the rich voice of a large man forced to challenge beginners for waves.

But Griffin is not a man to drop his lower lip or weep.

Why would you when you can surf like this?

When your heart is full why permit yourself to be disillusioned?

As Griffin himself says, “Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say and not giving a damn.”

Watch!

Comments
0
Load Comments
0
Photo: Jack English
EAT BEACHGRIT SPAM!
It's Daily!