Blue Crush: Critic Reviews

A pure celebration of riding the waves.

A big, sexy, sun-splashed thrill ride.

The movie isn't nearly dumb enough to be much beach fun.

The body-doubling and face-pasting are unfortunately blatant.

Blue Crush has all the trappings of an energetic, extreme-sports adventure, but ends up more of a creaky "Pretty Woman" retread, with the emphasis on self-empowering schmaltz and big-wave surfing that gives pic its title an afterthought.

Tough yet tender surfer heroine story.

Sporting a cast of up-and-coming actresses, John Stockwell's surfing flick offers up a slice of entertainment that acknowledges its roots and whose throw away pleasures arrive with no guilt.

When the movie attempts to tell a story on land, you might want to bring along a flashlight and a magazine.

Proves to indeed be the formulaic bore it appears to be, however nicely dressed up (or undressed, depending on one's perspective) it is.

Stockwell has made half of a good movie. Now he needs to figure out how to craft a film with words worthy of the beauty of its images.

Apesar de um ou outro dialogo se render ao cliche do "venca-seus-medos!", o filme e bem realizado, conta com protagonistas carismaticas e transforma o surfe em um esporte com incrivel apelo cinematografico.

Surfing is not a particularly complex thing to figure out from the outside, but here the photography and editing do well to demonstrate the beauty of how it all looks while moving with a momentum that wraps us up in the physical drama.

The target audience should go home wanting a surfboard for Christmas.

The acting is generally not bad in this movie... but the real star is the camerawork.

In all, American girls could do worse than have Blue Crush as their own summer action movie.

I'm sure that an interesting film could easily be made about girl surfers, this just ain't it.

No hay mucho material histrionico definitivamente. Pero la Bosworth no lo requiere (jeje). Brilla una coleccion de fotografias impresionantes de accion y olas. Solo eso.

The feature film hidden within does not begin to match the fabulous scenery.

Not "The Endless Summer," but filmed well enough to register artistically.

It's inoffensive, cheerful, built to inspire the young people, set to an unending soundtrack of beach party pop numbers and aside from its remarkable camerawork and awesome scenery, it's about as exciting as a sunburn.

Though the visuals are often gorgeous, the dramatic elements don't always work quite as well as they should because there is not enough attention given to them.

There's absolutely no reason why Blue Crush, a late-summer surfer girl entry, should be as entertaining as it is

A great-looking movie about surfing with a marginal love story grafted onto it, in much the same way an arm might be grafted onto a cocker spaniel.

The amazing film work is so convincing that by movies' end you'll swear you are wet in some places and feel sand creeping in others.

I weep for the future when a good portion of the respected critical community in this country consider Blue Crush to be an intelligent film about young women.