Surfing movie from what the TVT defines as “the late, lamented seventies”. Assorted Californians fall in the water to the soundtrack of Pink Floyd’s “Bleedin’ Echoes”. Well, that’s what we’ve always heard it referred to as. Note to self – stop hanging round John Lydon’s house.
Lee James Turnock
May 21, 2010 at 4:47 pm
This is one of the better surfing films, and this is coming from someone who doesn’t even like surfing. Best to fast forward to the twenty minute ‘Echoes’ sequence and just let it wash over you…no pun intended.