Summer
2002
Volume 1 Issue 4 Write Between the Linesis an exploration and articulation of the obvious and the obscure.
A cavalcade of creation and commentary designed to amuse and bemuse.
Hang
Loose
Why
I Love the Movie
by
Leigh A. Godfrey
Okay,
first off, I don't know anything about surfing. Never done it,
don't care about it, and until about three years ago, I wouldn't
even swim in the ocean (related to a traumatic experience seeing
the movie Jaws when I was seven years old, but that's
another story). So right off the bat, I have to tell you that
the reason I love the movie North Shore has nothing to
do with the surfing. So as long as we've got that out of the
way, we can get started.
North Shore follows the tried and true formula (which,
incidentally, I appreciate very much) of the underdog overcoming
all odds to reach his goal, and perhaps learning a little something
along the way. In North Shore, our hapless protagonist
visits Hawaii, learns to surf and falls in love with a local
girl, thereby wreaking havoc on the tried and true ways of the
Island. But, think less like Romeo and Julietmore
like The Karate Kid.
But with waves.
Given that North Shore has a story by Randal Kleiser,
who brought us The Blue Lagoon with a script co-written
by Tim McCanlies, who is responsible for The
Iron Giant, you can only guess what kind of a movie
you're getting yourself into.
Our story opens and I, for one, am immediately sucked in by
the hot action shots of dudes surfing radical waves to the tune
of a Pseudo Echo song. Our hero Rick Kane (Matt Adler) is one
of these surfers, and lo and behold! he wins the big surf contest.
That's right, a groovy silver belt buckle and five hundred bucks.
When asked what he's going to do with his $500 prize, Rick shouts
out: "I'm going to Hawaii to surf the big waves of the
North Shore!" This of course seems like an excellent plan
until we realize the contest Rick has won took place in a wave
tank in Arizona! But you've got to love his ambition.
After a quick confab with his mom, we realize that Rick is not
only going to Hawaii with just $500, no real surfing experience,
and not knowing a soul, but he's also forgoing his dream of
becoming a graphic designer. Now, name me another movie where
the main character is a graphic designer AND a surfer. Go on,
I dare you.
Naïve Rick alights in Honolulu and a few extraneous things
happen obviously inserted into the film to show the various
sides of life in Hawaii. Briefly, Rick gets into a cab and asks
to be taken to an address that was given to him by some drifter
that stopped by the wave tank one day. Rick seems to think this
guy will give him a place to stay. So we see him cruising the
main drag of Waikiki, where neon lights and prostitutes abound.
The address turns out to be a strip barthe Hubba Hubba
Room. First, Rick is hit on by a hooker who wants him to buy
her a $20 glass of champagne, next, he's dissed by his "friend,"
and last, gets himself into a bar brawl.
Hawaii sure ain't like Arizona, Rick is thinking.
This leads to Rick jumping into a Jeep with two randy Australian
surfers who were at the strip club. They turn out to be professional
surfers Alex Rogers (played by Robbie Page) and Mark Occhillipo
(that's "Occy" to you). For no apparent reason, these
two immediately take Rick through a burning sugar cane field
and make him jump out and pick some, until Rick is chased by
some locals with machetesperhaps to show the audience
the truth about the Hawaiian sugar industry? Who knows? It really
has no place in a surfing film, but then again, this is so much
more than a surfing film.
Anyway, after all this, they end up back at a beach house heavily
populated with hot babes, and it just so happens to be owned
by surfing legend and Rick's personal hero Lance Burkhart (portrayed
by surf pro Laird Hamilton). This is where one of the many fine
lines uttered in the film occurs: when Occy tells Alex to get
into the hot tub with him, and Alex says (please put on broad
Aussie accent): "Right, I love skin diving." Classic.
Just as an aside, these two surfers are obviously gay, but throughout
the film they are constantly surrounded by babes, therefore
taking away the subplot of big gay love that might have otherwise
taken place.
The next morning, Rick goes out to catch his first big wave
of the North Shore. The first sign this is a mistake is when
Occy looks at Rick's board (surfboard, that is) and says "Twinnies?
No one rides twinnies here, mate." A twinnie being a twin-finned
surfboard. Rick says he'll be okay, but poor Rick is clearly
so dumb about surfing he doesn't stand a chance. After all he
doesn't know how to "duck dive" and when he finally
catches a wave it's just "a ripple." As Alex says:
"Where'd you learn to surf, in a bathtub?" Then, Rick
commits the cardinal sin of all sins; he pisses off the Hui
(pronounced "hooey"). That's right, Rick causes the
Hui to wipeout and all hell breaks loose.
He returns to the beach to find "those guys in the black
trunks" have stolen his stuff. Realizing they've hooked
up with a loser, Alex and Occy quickly ditch Rick, and as he
wanders aimlessly about with his board, he runs into a local
surfer dude, which brings us to the main reason why I love the
movie North Shore Turtle.
Turtle, played by John Philbin with true surfer aplomb (he also
starred in that other notorious surfing film, Point
Break), is Rick's entrée into the surfing world
of the North Shore. It's Turtle who informs Rick in no uncertain
terms that those guys in the black trunks are the Hui, and the
Hui are not to be trifled with. In fact, his exact words are:
"They're the Hui. Nobody messes with the Hui."
Turtle is so endearing, even though he goes against everything
I find attractive in a man, I can't help but have a crush on
him. He is also responsible for 90% of the great lines in this
film, which, when I quote them here, must be imagined in a surfer
dude accent, often ending in the word brah or a hang
loose sign, or both. If you don't know what that sounds like,
please visit Scott's
North Shore Page at: http://members.tripod.com/~dannonr/
where you can hear the actual lines themselves.
On their way to a happening Halloween party, Turtle begins to
teach haole Rick a few important lessons about Hawaiian slang:
"What's a haole?" asks Rick.
"It's the local word for tourist," explains Turtle.
Rick: "I'm not a tourist."
Turtle:
"Whatever, barney."
Rick: "What's a barney?"
Turtle: "It's like barno, barnyard. A haole to
the max. A kook, in and out of the water, yeah?"
Yeah. That sums up Rick. To the max.
Rick meets cute local girl Kiani at the party, but unfortunately
she happens to be head Hui Vince Moaloaka's cousin. So you
know that's going to be trouble. Since Rick doesn't have a
place to stay, he asks Turtle if he can crash at the shaping
shack where Turtle works, sanding surfboards for the enigmatic
Chandler, master board shaper and "soul surfer,"
who is played by Gregory Harrison. Best known for his role
as Dr. "Gonzo" Gates in the '70s TV series Trapper
John M.D., this is one of only a handful of films you'll
see Harrison in that aren't movie-of-the week related.
Lance Burkhart shows up at the party looking like Rocky from
the Rocky Horror Picture Show and demands Chandler
have his surfboard ready by the next morning, so Turtle and
Rick return to the shaping shack to sand Lance Burkhart's
board.
The next day, the waves are really cranking at Pipeline so
Turtle and Rick hit the surf with disastrous results, even
though Turtle had given Rick all the info he needed to know
about surfing Pipeline: "There's a reef that starts here
and goes all the way down there. So when the wave breaks here,
don't be there . . . or you're gonna get drilled."
Rick, of course, bites it big time, breaks his board and scrapes
up his back on the reef. Kiani comes riding up the beach at
this inauspicious moment and exclaims: "You'll get reef
rash if you don't put something on those cuts."
If you're unaware of the dangers of reef rash, rest assured
that a little aloe will cure you.
At this point, everyone is pretty much embarrassed by Rick,
and now that his surfboard is busted and the Hui stole all
of his stuff, he hasn't got a lot left. He goes back to the
shaping shack with Turtle. Chandler walks in toting a set
of drawing pencils, which he has just purchased at a pawnshop.
Rick exclaims they are the ones stolen from him by the Hui,
and proves it by showing Chandler a watercolor he did of a
dude surfing the big waves of the North Shore. Chandler agrees
to give Rick a place to stay and a job sweeping up the shaping
shack in exchange for the painting, which he then gives to
his wife. Awww.
After discovering Rick is pretty much a menace to surfing
society, Chandler decides to teach him about the waves, so
he can become a true "soul surfer." Rick learns
to surf in a brief montage set to some lame song that sounds
not unlike that song played over the karate contest montage
in The Karate Kid. I'd like to interject here, what
is it about these '80s movies soundtracks? Any movie geared
toward teenagers that was made in the '80s had the worst music.
Obviously, the concept of licensing popular songs for soundtracks
was not thought of back then, with John Hughes being the lone
possible exception. And even he had a few major missteps (Belouis
Some, anyone?).
Back to Rick's learning to surf montage. It is intercut with
scenes of Rick sketching various drafts for Chandler Surfboards'
new logo. Apparently, as his surfing improves, so do his design
skills. After going through many incarnations, the logo ends
up looking exactly like the painting Rick had given to Chandler
in the first place, so I'm not quite sure why he went to all
the trouble.
While Rick is learning to surf, this creepy guy with a floppy
canvas hat takes a bunch of pictures of him and convinces
Rick that he can be as successful as Lance Burkhart. Naturally,
he'll have to enter and do well in a big surf contest such
as the conveniently located Pipeline Classic. In the meantime,
Rick has managed to hitch a ride out to some remote part of
the island where Kiani lives. While there he indulges in some
Hawaiian activities. He attends a luau, watches Kiani hula
dance and gets into a fight with the Hui who stole his stuff,
thereby regaining his honor and his cool silver surfboarder
belt buckle. Kiani and Rick have a little love scene on the
beach, and head Hui Vince decides Rick isn't such a bad haole
after all.
At this point, you may be wondering (as am I) where the heck
is Turtle? Well, poor Turtle is sanding away for Chandler,
all the while nurturing his own ambitions to be a master shaper.
He even has a "big gun" tucked away in a closet,
that he's made all by himself, but is too afraid to show to
Chandler. And his bitter resentment of favorite son Rick is
growing stronger:
Turtle: "I hear Chandler's trying to teach you
how to shape."
(Rick nods)
Turtle (sullenly): "I've been his sander for five
years, Chandler teach me how to shape? Not even. Chandler
ask me home for dinner? Not. Coach me how to big wave surf?
No way."
Rick: "Look, maybe it's because we have this design
thing in common."
Turtle (scoffing): "Yeah, right design
thing. Design me out of the picture, haole. Here on the North
Shore we treat friends mo betta."
Poor Turtle!
Back at the beach, Rick decides to enter the Pipeline Classic,
much to the chagrin of mentor Chandler, who derisively exclaims:
"Go ahead. Go shred." (I once again ask you to recall
The Karate Kid, and how Arnold from Happy Days
was really upset that Ralph Macchio wanted to enter that karate
contest to fight the guys from the Cobra Kai. It's just like
that.) See, Chandler's 60s surfing sensibility doesn't jibe
with the 80s "hot-doggers" like the Lance Burkhart's
of the world. But Rick needs to find his balance (just like
Ralph Macchio) so he first rectifies the situation between
Turtle and Chandler by stealing Turtle's surfboard and giving
it to Chandler. Chandler is so impressed, he goes surfing
with it and we get to see some of Gregory Harrison's big moves.
Creepy guy in floppy hat asks Turtle:"Who's that?"
And Turtle proudly replies, "Chandler. On my board. That
I made."
I often wondered why we never get to see Turtle surf. He only
surfs once, in the beginning, then after that he is either
sanding or on the beach. We do, however, get to see him without
his shirt on, alot, so I guess I have to be
satisfied with that.
So Turtle, Chandler, and Kiani all come out to see Rick surf
the big contest. The soul surfing pays off and he makes it
all the way to the finals and has to surf against his former
idol Lance Burkhart. They match each other wave for wave,
but finally, a cheating Lance Burkhart steals Rick's final
wave and foils his chances of winning. It doesn't matter though,
because Rick now knows he can hold his own with the best.
And of course, Lance gets his comeuppance, as creepy guy in
floppy hat has taken photos of the whole thing and Lance is
humiliated in the local press the very next day.
Which, incidentally, is the day that Rick says goodbye to
Turtle, Chandler, Kiani, and the big waves of the North Shore
to go to New York and pursue his dream of graphic art. Kiani
tells Rick she prayed to the Kahunas that Rick would come
back to the North Shore. But she's no prophet, because the
film didn't do well enough for a sequel.
Alas.
Author's note: Apparently, Turtle gives surfing lessons
in Malibu. Guess where I'll be this summer?
Editor's note: John Philbin, aka, Turtle, is an extremely
cool surf instructor at the 'bu. Check him out: