It's amazing to think that until recently surfing didn't exist as a professional sport.
This earnest, beautifully photo-graphed documentary ripple-dissolves to the mid-1970s, when a brash young bunch of Australians and South Africans arrived in Hawaii and took the waves by storm. They pioneered techniques – pipe-lining, off-the-wall, "backdoor" surfing – that got people interested, and got the locals mad; some of these surf-punk colonials received death threats for their intrusion. "There was no structure – we were a rabble," one of them admits. At times it's quite moving – Wayne Bartholomew breaks down on camera as he recalls his hardscrabble childhood – though Edward Norton's narration has all the nuance of an I-Speak-Your-Weight machine.