There's No I in Go Ry from mesurf on Vimeo.
Amazing tubes and nostalgic tunes
If you like lefts, ultra tweaked left-hand finners, lefts, and gaping left tubes, set to a too-pop soundtrack, you are gonna lose your shit over Ry Craike’s new biopic, There’s No I in Go Ry.
This is the first we’ve heard from the Kalbarri kid in a while. Not since Stranger Than Fiction has he added anything of significance to surfing celluloid, and even that wasn’t his greatest contribution. His patented forehand finners and reverses had been equalled by others and it seemed Ry’s career was on a downward parabola.
This film will change that. Captured over 18 months, Ry’s team visit Peru, Ventura, the Mentawais and every offshore fanned, cobalt cave-haven on the Australian west coast, to put together one mesmerizing package of waves.
It is on the immense wave quality that this film is built. Ry’s surfing is no longer cutting edge. He cannot compete with JOB, Julian, Dusty or Dane. He can, however, surf the waves of consequence along his home stretch like none other and this film is a very good indication of that. Ry is perhaps the only person who will jam cartwheel finners and tweaked reverses atop the magma spikes of Gnarloo. He does so over and over again.
You will be shocked by the left surfed in the closing stages, the one that is part Bingin, part Chopes (see below) – and that it could have existed relatively unmolested for so long a shortish boat ride off Australia. You will also be captivated by the way Ry, along with notable cameos from the Brown brothers (Cortney and Kerby) split it with aplomb. The final wave of the section is square to the point even the jaded sceptics in the Stab office were amazed.
And then there is the right. Ry, Dino Adrian, the Brown Brothers and Jay Davies journey to a desert island and score a ten-foot Greenmount-esque tube described by a local surf guide as the “best right in WA. Better than North point.” We can’t tell you where it is, but ask a few questions when you get to the North West, and you’ll find it.
The film is location based, and the other regions hold up their end without amazing. The surfing throughout is, for the most part, is only marginally innovative and progressive, in the aerial and turn sense, though the primo waves scored in Peru, the Mentawais and the various beach breaks of Australia, when topped with Ry’s native coast, ensure the viewer’s attention is maintained throughout.
The idea was obvious: play to Ry’s strengths. There is a compassionate and conspicuous absence of Ry’s backhand. Select clips are sparsely dotted through the production as if to say, “yes he can go that way but, erm, here have another forehand finner,” (to claps and yays from the bug-eyed youth).
The editing and soundtrack achieves its purpose. For me, it was nostalgic. I was reminded of the stubbled barneys of my youth and the earlier films of Rifici that I neither listened to nor cared for (we watched Andy with the volume down and listened to Jurassic Five).
I give it 3 and a half Stabs and an ice pick. It probably deserves more but I refused to give it the same as BS. - Jed Smith
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