The Living Curl "The Living Curl" isn't just a "blast from the past," it's a classic surfing film that will BLAST you there! It's entertaining, it's funny, it's real and it manages to both document and convey the spirit of the time when Southern California was the center of the surfing world.
To me there are several things that make this film likable and unique.
To start with - unlike many surf filmmakers - Jamie Budge is a gifted, polished surfer in his own right and it's that athlete's "eye" that gives him an edge when picking the surfers, the waves and the shots in the film.
He's not just shooting a film about someone else surfing, he's making a film about the people, places and waves he knows.
Then there are the film's many sequences of Miki Dora's artistry. They are simply superb and demonstrate why Da Cat will always be considered Malibu's all-time Wavemaster.
The film's other feature surfers also read like a who's who of 60's surfing elite: Johnny Fain, Dewey Weber, Lance Carson, Harold Iggy, Mike Doyle, Rusty Miller, John Peck, Rick Irons, Corky Carroll, Mickey Muñoz, Mark Martinson, Jacky Baxter, Denny Lennehan and David Nuuhiwa.
In addition is rare surfing footage of Malibu locals like Dave Rochlen, Bob "Porkchops" Barron, Jo Jo Perrin, John Gale, Brian Haimes, George Szgetti and H2o magazine publisher, Martin Surgarman.
Of course, these were the days before wetsuits and leg ropes ... when surfing expeditions up and down the Californian coast were an adventure to look forward to. After all, old cars were cheap, gas was around 25 cents a gallon and the Pacific Coast Highway connected coastal communities rather than separating them.
Captured by Jamie's camera the film takes us on a journey up and down Highway 101 and shows us nostalgic glimpses of the coast as it used to be, before the money changers took over the temple.
Today's viewers will also see Southern Californian surfing spots as they used to be and some that no longer exist, like Stanley's Dinner, the Rincon Oil Piers and Dana Point.
My only criticism of the film is the soundtrack. While the accompanying background music comes through both stereo channels, the narration is only on the left channel. But that's small thing and Jamie Budge's dry humor alone makes the narration worth paying attention to. The Living Curl "The Living Curl" isn't just a "blast from the past," it's a classic surfing film that will BLAST you there! It's entertaining, it's funny, it's real and it manages to both document and convey the spirit of the time when Southern California was the center of the surfing world.
To me there are several things that make this film likable and unique.
To start with - unlike many surf filmmakers - Jamie Budge is a gifted, polished surfer in his own right and it's that athlete's "eye" that gives him an edge when picking the surfers, the waves and the shots in the film.
He's not just shooting a film about someone else surfing, he's making a film about the people, places and waves he knows.
Then there are the film's many sequences of Miki Dora's artistry. They are simply superb and demonstrate why Da Cat will always be considered Malibu's all-time Wavemaster.
The film's other feature surfers also read like a who's who of 60's surfing elite: Johnny Fain, Dewey Weber, Lance Carson, Harold Iggy, Mike Doyle, Rusty Miller, John Peck, Rick Irons, Corky Carroll, Mickey Muñoz, Mark Martinson, Jacky Baxter, Denny Lennehan and David Nuuhiwa.
In addition is rare surfing footage of Malibu locals like Dave Rochlen, Bob "Porkchops" Barron, Jo Jo Perrin, John Gale, Brian Haimes, George Szgetti and H2o magazine publisher, Martin Surgarman.
Of course, these were the days before wetsuits and leg ropes ... when surfing expeditions up and down the Californian coast were an adventure to look forward to. After all, old cars were cheap, gas was around 25 cents a gallon and the Pacific Coast Highway connected coastal communities rather than separating them.
Captured by Jamie's camera the film takes us on a journey up and down Highway 101 and shows us nostalgic glimpses of the coast as it used to be, before the money changers took over the temple.
Today's viewers will also see Southern Californian surfing spots as they used to be and some that no longer exist, like Stanley's Dinner, the Rincon Oil Piers and Dana Point.
My only criticism of the film is the soundtrack. While the accompanying background music comes through both stereo channels, the narration is only on the left channel. But that's small thing and Jamie Budge's dry humor alone makes the narration worth paying attention to.
To me there are several things that make this film likable and unique.
To start with - unlike many surf filmmakers - Jamie Budge is a gifted, polished surfer in his own right and it's that athlete's "eye" that gives him an edge when picking the surfers, the waves and the shots in the film.
He's not just shooting a film about someone else surfing, he's making a film about the people, places and waves he knows.
Then there are the film's many sequences of Miki Dora's artistry. They are simply superb and demonstrate why Da Cat will always be considered Malibu's all-time Wavemaster.
The film's other feature surfers also read like a who's who of 60's surfing elite: Johnny Fain, Dewey Weber, Lance Carson, Harold Iggy, Mike Doyle, Rusty Miller, John Peck, Rick Irons, Corky Carroll, Mickey Muñoz, Mark Martinson, Jacky Baxter, Denny Lennehan and David Nuuhiwa.
In addition is rare surfing footage of Malibu locals like Dave Rochlen, Bob "Porkchops" Barron, Jo Jo Perrin, John Gale, Brian Haimes, George Szgetti and H2o magazine publisher, Martin Surgarman.
Of course, these were the days before wetsuits and leg ropes ... when surfing expeditions up and down the Californian coast were an adventure to look forward to. After all, old cars were cheap, gas was around 25 cents a gallon and the Pacific Coast Highway connected coastal communities rather than separating them.
Captured by Jamie's camera the film takes us on a journey up and down Highway 101 and shows us nostalgic glimpses of the coast as it used to be, before the money changers took over the temple.
Today's viewers will also see Southern Californian surfing spots as they used to be and some that no longer exist, like Stanley's Dinner, the Rincon Oil Piers and Dana Point.
My only criticism of the film is the soundtrack. While the accompanying background music comes through both stereo channels, the narration is only on the left channel. But that's small thing and Jamie Budge's dry humor alone makes the narration worth paying attention to. The Living Curl "The Living Curl" isn't just a "blast from the past," it's a classic surfing film that will BLAST you there! It's entertaining, it's funny, it's real and it manages to both document and convey the spirit of the time when Southern California was the center of the surfing world.
To me there are several things that make this film likable and unique.
To start with - unlike many surf filmmakers - Jamie Budge is a gifted, polished surfer in his own right and it's that athlete's "eye" that gives him an edge when picking the surfers, the waves and the shots in the film.
He's not just shooting a film about someone else surfing, he's making a film about the people, places and waves he knows.
Then there are the film's many sequences of Miki Dora's artistry. They are simply superb and demonstrate why Da Cat will always be considered Malibu's all-time Wavemaster.
The film's other feature surfers also read like a who's who of 60's surfing elite: Johnny Fain, Dewey Weber, Lance Carson, Harold Iggy, Mike Doyle, Rusty Miller, John Peck, Rick Irons, Corky Carroll, Mickey Muñoz, Mark Martinson, Jacky Baxter, Denny Lennehan and David Nuuhiwa.
In addition is rare surfing footage of Malibu locals like Dave Rochlen, Bob "Porkchops" Barron, Jo Jo Perrin, John Gale, Brian Haimes, George Szgetti and H2o magazine publisher, Martin Surgarman.
Of course, these were the days before wetsuits and leg ropes ... when surfing expeditions up and down the Californian coast were an adventure to look forward to. After all, old cars were cheap, gas was around 25 cents a gallon and the Pacific Coast Highway connected coastal communities rather than separating them.
Captured by Jamie's camera the film takes us on a journey up and down Highway 101 and shows us nostalgic glimpses of the coast as it used to be, before the money changers took over the temple.
Today's viewers will also see Southern Californian surfing spots as they used to be and some that no longer exist, like Stanley's Dinner, the Rincon Oil Piers and Dana Point.
My only criticism of the film is the soundtrack. While the accompanying background music comes through both stereo channels, the narration is only on the left channel. But that's small thing and Jamie Budge's dry humor alone makes the narration worth paying attention to.
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