Surging waves, churning foam, seductively glistening bodies — the surf film “Breath” has all of them
A sustaining pleasure of the subgenre that is alluring needless to say, could be the spectacle of mostly male, mostly nude systems miraculously sliding over and through water. In “Breath,” the narrator recalls that on seeing surfers as he ended up being young he thought: “Never had We seen guys make a move therefore gorgeous, therefore useless and stylish, just as if dance on water ended up being the greatest and brightest thing a guy could do.” So there’s that, too. Continue reading “Review: In вЂBreath,’ Tasty Waves and Gnomic Truths”