Whether it's the Waimea shorebreak jam session with Andy Irons and Cory Lopez, or Tom Curren on the homemade flotilla on the Gold Coast or Chris Ward's animalistic attack, this film redefined what was allowed. During an uptight and elitist moment in surfing — one that saw surfers riding long, narrow, thin, banana surfboards in all conditions — the ...Lost boys took to the North Shore in anything and everything and changed the way two generations that follow think about surfboards and what you can do on them.
And the best part is, the simple reality: they were just friends fucking around together, had a shaper friend and a filmmaker friend and the rest is a bunch of punk music and punk surfers ripping and crashing on each others couches throughout the '90s doing what we all do.
Thank you to Matt Biolos, Mike Reola and Drew Todd for hooking us up with this piece of history. If you'd like to own the original (which will be streaming here live all weekend), check out Lost Enterprises and lock a DVD copy in forever.[...]