I discovered this film last weekend among the playlists offered by my TV provider. I chose it because I am always curious about less known films from the past. From what I read online, this movie was filmed in the 1963 to 1964 winter season (on the north hemisphere) but wasn't launched for a general release until 1966. At any rate, it has the flavour of the prosperity years after WWII and a quaint charm about it. The pace is lively, the landscapes are gorgeous, and the surf scenes are breathtaking, all told in a youthful and merry mood, with a brisk sense of humour throughout the film. I was gladly surprised to see there is more to surfing than we usually find in mainstream media. No wonder this film became a myth. It is also a good life lesson, a toast to freedom and a travel experience. I am happy to know that the director and the main players are still alive, for maybe they will be able to read how thankful I am for this priceless masterpiece. You cannot overpraise such a great beauty, achieved with so few filming resources. Worth taking hats off by all means.
Review of The Endless Summer
