One Track Mind Into a Brick Wall

I went to see "One Track Mind", the new Woodshed Films movie, the other night. They have also made Shelter, Sprout, and September Sessions, if any of those ring a bell. They tend to be about professional, millionaire surfers who need escape from their everyday turmoil. Exactly. I am not sure what the draw is, but they sure draw a romantic little picture.

Anyway, this new flick is about these pros actually competing and how they keep their competitive edge. What's the drive? Winning, progression, revenge, adultery…whatever.
It is an interesting new direction for the otherwise happy, flip-floppin' film makers. They mixed their style well with black-and-white interview sets up against the progressive surfing taking place by Dane Reynolds, A.I., Kelly, and those other guys. So the movie was well done up to one point. Enter Kolohe Andino.


So, this littler terd burglar comes into the movie talking like he is some equal to these other master thrashers of surfing, while being in no way on par. For the record, I don't only hate him because he's half my age and surfs better than I do. I also hate him because he has been trained and raised by pro surfers since he was nil, but has not proven anything except how to be market worthy to a bunch of surf corporations. He also has a prepubescent mustache captured perfectly in the movie by the well-placed lighting, which tells me he is most definitely a dirt bag. The movie seemed short too.

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MR.T