The last Kill movie. Surfer Magazine called it amazing and a must-see. Pomer and Tom Curren went on a huge tour showing the movie while Curren played music live to the movie. Every show sold out. Dane Reynolds steals the show in The Kill. He combines carves and airs better than anyone in history. The surfing is shotbeautifully with sunset backdrops and glassy walls. Danes surfing is always inspiring. Ratboy is still flying high in the air, although his surfing is now more based on power turns and driving through some hollow waves in Santa Cruz. Tom Curren, now almost fifty years old, shows no signs of slowing down. His layback carves and wrap arounds are still the smoothest in the sport. Bobby Martinez has shifted his surfing into overdrive. Each turn is as crisp as the morning light and as fast as lightning. Kelly Slater shows he has the moves and his section is smooth and easy. His carving at Rincon is more powerful that anyone.
This is a mix tape of surfing underground heroes. The companion film to The Pro Tape. These are the hardworking pro surfers who don’t get enough recognition. In The Bro Tape, these professionals get their due. They might not be the biggest names in the industry, but they still surf great. This is The Bro Tape. Highlights: Kilian Garland steals the show. Perfect waves at a secret spot. Oliver Kurtz and Daniel Graham popping beers and surfing. Bud Frietas and Jesse Colombo getting tubed out of their minds. Just the chance to see these surfers is great.
The Pro Tape is a mix tape of surfing professionals. Highlights: Dane Reynolds throws up some huge airs. Tom Curren blends old school power with impeccable style. Bobby Martinez has an extended session of going off wave after wave at Rincon Point. Kelly Slater shows style and form. Yadin Nichols steams through some amazing tubes at Santa Barbara’s own Sandspit. The North Shore of Hawaii puts on a display of raw power at Pipeline. Jaime Obrien settles the score, making it clear he is the best surfer Pipe. Mavericks shines with paddle surfers riding down the face of fifty-foot cold perfection.
