Dana Brown's latest surf film High Water is now playing at AMC Fashion Valley in San Diego.
Here's what it's all about:
The autumn sun melts into the ocean while gentle, inviting waves lap at the shore. No traffic today on Kam Highway; kids of all shapes and costumes trick or treat through the neighborhood facing the beach like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting. The laughter and sugar high jinks are interrupted by a scratchy radio weather report…”And in weather, a huge artic low looks to be changing things on the North Shore...”
Like it will Six to ten times each winter when enormous storms form in the Artic and reach hurricane force in the icy waters between Alaska and Russia, the North Pacific wakes up angry. The concussion is like a sledge hammer smashing a gong, vibrations radiating across 2000 miles of open ocean, setting up a collision course with the lead pin in nature’s bowling alley – one tropical island with a reef-lined shore that will greet the Arctic’s fury as it suddenly rises in shallow water growing from 10 to 15 to 25 feet high. Jaw-dropping waves that have turned fifty foot schooners into matchsticks, wiped away houses and roads and pulled people from the shoreline never to be seen again.
Waves that have drowned favorite sons. Waves that shake the earth and rattle pictures off the bedroom wall. Waves that don’t even seem possible.
Welcome to the North Shore of Oahu – the 7 Mile Miracle – surfing’s Xanadu. A freak of nature that is long considered the ultimate test for surfers. Six decades ago, it was the rite of passage for a select few. Then a few more, and a few more. An image that created a fashion; a fashion that became and industry of shoes, shirts, pants, short, hats, movies, and magazines that defined a lifestyle. A lifestyle commoditized and exploited mixing liars with legends until it's nearly impossible to separate Da Bull from Da shit. It's layers of mystique, the mystique that generates ten billion dollar years, dollars that fund pro surfing's world tour which culminates on the North Shore of Oahu. Where each year the circle completes to begin again.
It’s the Triple Crown – the final 3 contests of the year - held in the cyclone of the North Shore between Halloween and Christmas Eve. For 55 days the Triple Crown is a catalyst for a big wave soap opera that unfolds around, beside and away from the actual contests.
Fifty-five days of low comedy, high drama and nonstop jaw dropping action with the biggest waves; and the best surfers young and old, men and women, take the challenge on this beautiful, compelling earthly and human landscape. And for 55 days the North Shore’s population triples and locals are joined by heroes, posers, legends, leeches, fans, fanatics, dreamers, saints and sinners looking for money, fame, redemption, love, lust, inspiration, parties, respect and surf. In 55 days 400 will arrive to confront their fears of whether or not they should have come: 50 will nearly drown, boards will be broken, stitches given, a few dreams will be fulfilled, a few nightmares visited upon the dreamers, legends bestowed and revoked. 55 days for paradise found. Or paradise lost. This is the crossroad. 55 days and choices made. 55 days. For some, nothing will ever be the same.
Now playing at the AMC Fashion Valley in San Diego.