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“Chasing Mavericks” feels like a lot of underdog sports movies — “Rocky,” “The Karate Kid,” “Rudy,” “Million Dollar Baby.” But it doesn’t work you up in any sustainable way. Moriarty died in a diving accident when he was 22, and the movie wants to consecrate him. Characters say things to Jay like, “You only see the good in things” and “Not everyone can be as perfect as you.” The only person who’s comparatively perfect is Mrs. Frosty, which you don’t mind because Abigail Spencer pretty much plays the Loving Wife to radiant perfection.
As the Mr. Miyagi in this scenario, Butler is a dudely lug with great hair and a himbo residue. You know Frosty’s strength is a sham and that Jay will eventually have to be strong for him. Weston’s made fewer movies and isn’t yet much of an actor — he has the straw hair, sparkling eyes, and the dreamy amphibiousness of William Katt and Christopher Atkins — but Weston gives the camera more than Butler usually does. These movies don’t need great acting, per se. You just need to respond to whoever’s running up that hill, the way you do with Ralph Macchio and Hilary Swank. To that end, the film’s a kind of success. Come for the surfing. Stay for the sainthood.
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Unfortunately, Chasing Mavericks spends too much time feeling like a watery Karate Kid. In the vein of Pat Morita's "Wax on, wax off," Frosty offers homespun advice that is, not surprisingly, weightier than it appears. He doles out chores that Jay completes without complaining. He even assigns Jay a couple of essays, though Frosty hardly seems like the professorial type. We do, however, get a sense of Jay's unflagging drive.
None of this rings particularly true. Or at the very least it feels embellished for the big screen. No doubt Frosty and Jay had a special friendship, and the older surfer must have offered Jay some useful surfing pointers. But the scenes of assignments, platitudes and exercises grow tedious. When the film heads out to the churning sea, things get more interesting.
Ultimately the story of Jay Moriarity, who died tragically in a diving accident at 22, is a moving one, and he deserved a better tribute than this film, directed by Curtis Hanson and Michael Apted.
With the massive power and mesmerizing curl of the giant waves, Chasing Mavericks is at its best offshore.
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