Excerpt: Santa Cruz teenager Jay Moriarty (Jonny Weston, John Dies at the End ) has been a surfing enthusiast his entire life. He's always been a risk-taker, tackling the big waves that terrify his peers. When Jay discovers the existence of the much-fabled Mavericks surf break, he's eager to tackle the biggest waves of his life. However, Jay's mentor Frosty Hesson (Gerard Butler, 300 ) knows that the scrappy young teen isn't even close to being ready for such a challenge.
Summary: Some may see this and just roll their eyes thinking it’s just some other surfing movie, or some random feel-good movie. This film has it all, from a solid script, great acting, direction, cinematography, sound track….I bet they even had amazing craft services on set. For parents that complain they have nothing to watch with their kids that isn’t offensive, violent, or too childish, this is the movie you’ve been waiting for.
Summary: Off the coast of Santa Cruz—a.k.a "Surf City"—there's a seasonal combination of winds and tides that occasionally produces swells as high as a three-story building. These waves are called "mavericks," and before a well-publicized El Niño in the mid-1990s brought them international attention, they were the stuff of surfing legend, ridden only by a small, in-the-know cadre of local surf veterans.
Conclusion: 'Chasing Mavericks' brings a visceral surfing twist to the tried-and-true ' Karate Kid ' formula. Its plot is thin, predictable, and a little flat, but Jay Moriarity's story is definitely worthwhile, and the filmmakers offer a reasonably entertaining experience. The video and audio are a little inconsistent, but both manage to impress greatly during the numerous surfing sequences.
Excerpt: Chasing Mavericks has a villain. As a young kid, he is seen walking down the pier smashing rear view mirrors with a baseball bat. Flash forward seven years, that kid is now a ’90s teen, still sitting on the pier threatening people with the same bat. That’s not much character growth.
Excerpt: Of all the sports out there, I’m not sure if I could handle being a surfer. Not so much due to the nature of the sport itself, I’m actually pretty coordinated (I used to play ice hockey), but mainly because of what lies below the surface of the water. Yeah, like so many others out there I’ve seen Jaws one too many times, which is to say once is enough, and I’m just paranoid that after hanging ten, a Great White would come up and snap me in half. Hey, it’s happened!
Excerpt: How could a film be marketed as an ”inspirational true story” when the surfing phenom-legend Jay dies in 2001 at age 22 after drowning while “free diving” in the Maldives? Free-diving is incredibly dangerous.* His reckless lifestyle ended at 22! Isn’t it fascinating that if he had not pursued surfing, he would never have become internationally famous and had enough money to be vacationing in the Maldives.
Excerpt: Sports movies almost always work better when there’s a clear enemy. Miracle has the Soviets. Happy Gilmore has Shooter McGavin. Caddyshack has Judge Smails, and Chasing Mavericks should have a huge, deadly wave. Unfortunately, it has huge deadly waves and a drunk mom and a girl who isn’t really giving the main character the time of day and a drug dealer who wants to start shit and a friend who is kind of drifting away. There’s just way too much going on.