When I saw Riding Giants at Sundance earlier this year after a fitful night of sleep (we discovered a vaporizer in the closet the next night and it saved me the rest of the trip, man is it dry in the mountains, but I digress), it was about 20 degrees outside when the film started at 9:00 am. Of course the film is incredibly beautiful and powerful, but to see it after trudging nearly a mile in frigid weather was really amazing.
Pioneer Greg Noll, et. al., were on hand to say howdy. The Bull even teared up a bit. Not five minutes into the film I knew Enzian had to play it. Florida is full of surfers and only on the rare occasion of tropical storms and hurricanes do we get any waves. This film is a frustrated surfer's paradise. Every day, day after day, surfers here wake up early to check the reports in hopes of a small swell. Three feet is an ok day. That's soul surfing.
Eight months later we opened the film. This weekend the FL surfing community turned out to support this glimpse into the world of big waves (we did about $9300). I went with my friend Eric, dedicated surfer, and boned up for his trivia attack by watching Dogtown and Z Boys, Step into Liquid, and The Endless Summer. I was surprised as the crowd watched in silent awe, no hoots or hollers, just gasps and wide eyes. Just like that day in January in Utah.