Joe G and I have been doing nice Italian dinners quarterly for around 3 years now. They’re conducted in a tiny cucina tucked away, just off of PCH between our two residences. We meet around sundown. Joe — in all black, always — will order us a bottle of the finest Cab while we wait for our table. Over the course of the next 3 hours I’m let into the house of genius that is Joe G’s mind. I try to keep up, but usually just melt into the wine and bread and enjoy the stories from the set, which often include (but are not limited to) traditional African outfit purchases, pirate chases on the high seas, Icelandic women appreciation and much rum and sweat through the jungles and beaches of Brazil. These dinner’s usually end in a thunderclap of ideas, plans and projects. They are the best kind of dinners.
This week Joe G and Globe released the project they had been “working” on for the past two years. I quote that because Joe G is a master of romance. He not only pours the wine, but he reminds you of the wonders of the world. And even reminds you that you can go beyond those wonders of the world if you’re willing to hand yourself over. And there’s even the one time he nearly lost all the 16mm film of their score in Mozambique to a tiny west African airport scanner, and he still had a way of making that sound romantic and pleasant.
We surf. This not work. It is beautiful. And Joe G reminds us of that and to have an imagination.
This film also happens to star what might be the single greatest complete “team” in the game: Dion Agius, Noa Deane, Nate Tyler, CJ and Damien Hobgood, Brendon Gibbens, Creed McTaggart, Taj Burrow, Yadin Nicol and Alex Smith. This film was released all over the world the past few weeks with what must have resulted in many parties and libations. But the thing everyone probably wants to know before typing in their iTunes ID is: how is it?
I want to offer a quick warning: Joe G allowed me and a few people the opportunity to screen this film inside a luxurious theater at a cigar table while sipping a perfect Moscow Mule in a copper cup. Needless to say, I enjoyed the shit out of this. I sat alone, devouring the new film with no distractions. What happened was fantastic. Instead of feeling bombarded — as I sometimes do day to day, drowning in the sea of “clips,” — I was transported into the world of Joe G, which has been influenced and inspired by some filmmakers who make sitting down to watch a film worth your time. Names like Bruce Brown. Wes Anderson. And even shades of Anthony Bourdain’s travel gusto make this a pleasure. Joe’s relentless enthusiasm and curiosity for culture and the road wipe away all bad memories of the stock 2:00 Vimeo clip. Which brings us to the surfing.
Damien Hobgood does things at Greenbush that are beautiful. Creed McTaggart goes 200 MPH at a very blue pointbreak Mozambique. Brazil is a backdrop like you’ve never seen. Dion Agius melts Iceland. But it’s Joe G who shines in this film. It will leave you enriched and feeling vibrant, cultured and hungry for more. It’s a film. And one that should be enjoyed with full attention, like a fine meal, in courses, with much red wine. Buy today and get it on a big screen with good speakers. The soundtrack bangs. —Travis