Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Beginning of the endless
What more appropriate way to recognize the start of summer than to watch (for the first time) the seminal surfing documentary The Endless Summer?
It was dated, sure -- some of director Bruce Brown's narration is hilarious -- but the 1966 film actually felt like a distinctive surfing documentary that I hadn't seen before, even though so many surfing documentaries have followed in its literal wake. (Then again, I've only seen a couple of them.)
It's actually been a surfing-centric weekend for me. Not only did I watch The Endless Summer on Saturday night, but I also read a friend's TV script the next morning that had to do with a bunch of Hawaiian teenage surfers -- mostly girls. I guess you could kind of call it Blue Crush: The TV Show -- maybe that's how he envisioned it. (And if you haven't seen John Stockwell's Blue Crush, you're in for a treat.)
Well, I certainly hope it's not an endless summer for me. When the calendar turns over to September, my wife and I will be expecting our first child, whose gender we have chosen not to find out. The baby is due right after Labor Day, and since Memorial Day and Labor Day are the informal bookends to the summer season, I'm now officially into the last season before my baby's birth. So indeed it will feel pretty endless while we're waiting to meet him/her ...
Who knows -- maybe he or she will even become a surfer one day.