DOCUMENTARY
THE ENDLESS SUMMER
LIZ WOLFE
When I’m trapped in New York City, and the February winds rattle the windows of my house, and the trees outside are bare, and even my wetsuit—which the 38-degree ocean feels somehow too cold for—lies fallow in the closet, I turn on The Endless Summer.
I don’t need to tell you it’s from 1966; you’ll know by Bruce Brown’s narration, alternatively corny and wry. The story this documentary tells is simple: Two young surfers, unwilling to enter California’s cold winter waters, set off to find a place where it’s warm even in the winter, a place where that elusive perfect wave might be hiding (all accompanied by The Sandals’ iconic surf rock score).
They try Australia, New Zealand, Tahiti, Hawaii, Senegal, Ghana, Nigeria, and…
