
It's the 1980s and the world of professional surfing is a circus of fluoro colours, peroxide hair and radical male egos.
The sport treated women like second-class athletes: competition organisers saved the best waves for the boys, often scheduling women’s heats during the lunch break. Not to mention the chauvinist-pig arrogance of many male surfers, who saw themselves as bronzed gods – and the role of women to worship at their feet.
Women surfers Jodie Cooper and 1993 world champ Pauline Menczer are but two who feature, with Cooper poignantly commenting: “We never made a lot of money, but we did what we loved”.
A documentary with a with a giddy, punk rock energy.