Bil’s rating (out of 5): BB.
USA/Germany, 2002. Universal Pictures, Imagine Entertainment, Mikona Productions GmbH & Co. KG, Shutt/Jones Productions. Story by Lizzy Weiss, Screenplay by Lizzy Weiss, John Stockwell, based on the magazine article Surf Girls Of Maui by Susan Orlean. Cinematography by David Hennings. Produced by Brian Grazer, Karen Kehala Sherwood. Music by Paul Haslinger. Production Design by Tom Meyer. Costume Design by Susan Matheson. Film Editing by Emma E. Hickox.
It’s no surprise that they make a sports movie about a woman and it involves the heroine spending most of her time in a pair of shorts the size of an eye patch. Kate Bosworth gives a moronic performance as a Maui surfer with the personality of a pizza pocket, whose mother has left her to raise her little sister by herself. Working at a local hotel to make ends meet, her big dream in life is to leave behind her dire poverty and make it as a professional surfer, which she has the chance to do now that she’s preparing for a fierce competition in a few weeks time. She is sidetracked, however, when an NFL football team comes to town and she ends up doing more than changing the sheets of a particularly sweeeeeet player (Matthew Davis), who immediately takes a liking to her highly standard, completely unthreatening Barbie looks. The surfing shots are wonderful, but nothing compared to what you’d get out of Bruce or Dana Brown’s movies, while the story is so painfully predictable that it is barely possible to even sit through it (why do these movies always have to have a scene where rich girls at the party make fun of the poor heroine’s dress? Is desperation in fashion now the mark of a pure heart?) In the grand tradition of American romance, the film also indulges in the cliche of a woman having sex with a man who pays her for something else.