Monday, March 25, 2013

Why I Love Blue Crush

I love the movie Blue Crush.

I do.

I am not afraid to admit it. I love this surf movie, I love Kate Bosworth at 19. I love the stupid romance twist with the football player on vacation (Matthew Davis? Yes!), the soundtrack is awesome.

And I love the cinematography.

It's true.


I want to be a bad-ass surf mama when I watch this movie.

This is my all-time favorite movie to watch when I am feeling under the weather. In fact, I have forced countless friends to experience Blue Crush with me.

I think the obsession first started my senior year of college when Blue Crush was being aired on television every day. I was trying not to study and I plopped down on the couch next to one of my roommates, Vanessa, and we commenced in being sucked in by the all-time greatest time suck ever. That entire week the network kept playing Blue Crush and we kept watching. I think all of my roommates sat down on that couch watching the movie at some point that week.

But I was the one who formed the greatest connection to it.

Yes, as I moved on from VHS to DVD, I bought Blue Crush so I could abuse it on far too many occasions.

This has become my go-to movie of choice when I:
a) am sick with the cold
b) am sick with the flu
c) am tired and don't want to go out
d) am in a good mood and want to stay in
e) am sad and need a pick-me up
f) am kind of under-the-weather, but not quite sick sick yet
g) am wanting to experience the greatness that is Blue Crush with someone so said individual will be able to understand my allegiance to this movie and relate to me on a deeper level.

These people have been best friends, boyfriends, roommates, people that I love and want to know that this movie will lift me up when I am down. Because sometimes you just gotta watch Blue Crush.

And when Anne-Marie catches that final wave, I am not ashamed to admit I get teary-eyed.

She scored the ride! She battled her demons! She represented women at Pipeline! She gets Matthew Davis! She gets sponsored by Billabong! She didn't get smashed by the reef!

 Live your dreams, girl.

You local Hawaiian native, surf-babe struggling superstar.

Somehow, this movie makes me happy.

And there's no shame in that.

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