The opening credits reminded me of Big Wednesday (1978). This is no mere surfer gig, though, but a psychological thriller with style, visuals which have purpose. The director understands the primacy of the image, the importance of framing and when to hold a shot.
This narrative engrossed me from the start as I was thoroughly vexed from the first exchange our lad has with the macho beach posse. I wanted him to fuck them up and hated seeing Cage disrespected, manipulated, losing his shit.
An unhinged work, and another belter for the Annals of Cage.
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 