It explodes onto the screen, full of passion and raw honesty. This is NOT a carefully manicured, fluffy over edited piece of infotainment. Its heart pounding stuff, taking you an emotional roller coaster, leaving you breathless at the end.
The characters, the setting, the surf lifestyle are all effortlessly captured. You spirits soar as you glimpse another world at the edge of the Atlantic. The West coast of Ireland is shown in all its rugged beauty, bursting with a magical quality and understated charm.
It’s a documentary of two parts. First part deals with the legendary origins of surfing. From Hawaii to California it charts the life of surf icon George Freeth, son of an Irishman who crammed several lives into his tragically short 35 years. Throughout the movie, some great characters are interviewed from the US surfing world who join the dots and carry the story across the Atlantic to Ireland.
Some time ago, I stood on the Cliffs of Moher in Clare and looked down into the jaws of enormous waves, smashing into the rocks. I could barely believe the guys in the movie ( from Ireland, UK and US ) surfed these very same waves and lived…..
