The crown jewel to ten years of Bruce Brown surfing documentaries. Brown follows two young surfers around the world in search of the perfect wave, and ends up finding quite a few in addition to some colorful local characters.
Lord James Blears
Since they met the first time in boarding school as little kids, it was obvious that the orphans Kay and Dave would become a couple. But at sixteen, Dave foolishly attempted to rob a bank ... See full summary »
Taking the baddest boys, the naughtiest girls, the craziest stunts and the wildest parties and shoving them in your face up close and personal. From the heaviest metal to the boldest spring breaks, the place to be is SeX, Y and Z.
Bishop Don Magic Juan,
Vivian Vadim is a successful fashion stylist in complete charge of her life. Then she meets Henry. He's handsome, charming and very, very rich. Women throw themselves at him. But he falls ... See full summary »
Paola Cesira Adrover,
Enthusiastic American journalist goes to Brazil as the Carnival starts to investigate mass executions of street kids. She meets a savage crime boss called Boca who seemingly wants to help the children and falls under his brutal charm.
Rae Dawn Chong,
In God's Hands is the story of big wave riders that go all over the globe searching to ride bigger and bigger waves. The story mostly follows Shane Dorian and his obsession with surfing. It also follows how they train for waves like that.Written by
Todd Chesser was scheduled to fly to Maui to stunt-surf the death scene at Maui Pe'ahi (Jaws). But the surf was good in Oahu, so he stayed home, and at 9am paddled with two friends into the lineup at Outside Alligator Rock. Chesser drowned two hours later, after getting caught inside by a 25-foot set. See more »
Near the end, when Shane is on the Mexican skiff, He ties his leather bag and sleeping bag to a red buoy, then throws the buoy in the water.
The buoy floats away, dragging away his belongings.
However, in the next shot on the boat, the sleeping bag and leather bag are visible under the surfboard. See more »
If it weren't for the stunning footage of surfing in this film, it wouldn't even be worth writing about, let alone watching.
The writing, dialogue and story, is so ghastly, it's difficult to tell what Zalman King was thinking. Does he hate the sport? Did he realize that the highly polished, kinetically charged surfing sequences would have made a great documentary, and so he decided to show his contempt for them by slapping on empty-headed melodrama?
In the beginning there's some ludicrous high jinks in some African country (name of the country? I don't know -- New Orleans, I think, or maybe Hong Kong), followed by some scenes aboard a freighter (a freighter with no discernable purpose, manned by a crew of three), followed by a sequence at a surfer training camp (?), followed by scenes wherein one of the main characters gets struck down with a terrible sickness (yellow fever? small pox? heat cramps?), and then gets well. It ends with a bunch of surfing followed by a bunch of surfing.
The dialogue is hollowed-out, cheesy ersatz Kerouac, mostly from a fellow who talks into a tape recorder for some vague future purpose (Dennis Hopper in "The American Friend," anyone?)
On the upshot, if there was money spent on anything for "In God's Hands," it was the film stock and the cameras. Rarely has cinematography been this glisteningly, unabashedly beautiful, without a specific color scheme suited to the story (i.e. war movies, westerns). It rivals anything John Toll achieved in his photography for "The Thin Red Line." In the end, however, this film is reduced to being a ninety-six minute screen saver, and belongs in the same trash bin as Hype Williams' "Belly" and Claude Lelouche's "A Man and a Woman."
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