Although Reynolds full-throttle act hasnt translated into contest results as yet, his electric performance in this film is exhilarating and downright exhausting to watch and his level of surfing is so high in this flick that it seems almost comical, like something in a cartoon or something. To go back and watch a surf movie from the 80s or early 90s in the fresh glow of this film would be like watching an episode of Threes Company and wondering how you ever thought it was funny. Reynolds makes every impossible aerial. Every turn is beyond vertical. The rail is always buried and all fins are blasting out the back of the lip as a rule.
Structured as a movie within a movie, First Chapter in a film that is aware it is being made, stating plainly as it progresses that it means to avoid classic surf-flick clichés and then playfully embraces those same clichés. This dude takes on about 500 small to mid-size waves with creative TNT. He mutilates California, punishes Australia, and threads he needle in South Africa before drawing lengthy lines across peeling Moroccan point waves.
The Verdict Dane Reynolds may not flaunt the same big wave chops of Andy, Bruce, and Slates, but he does give the current level of surfing a good thrashing.



