2009年2月16日 星期一

衝浪影片 - Crystal Voyager (1972)


上午12:02 |


這部1972年拍的片子,偷泥看了一下,他的介紹文實在是太長了,實在是翻譯翻不動,看起來是個藝術家拍的衝浪影片,如果有人佛心來願意幫忙翻譯,請直接翻譯好寄到我的信箱 contant@surftw.com ,謝謝!

發行:1972
語言:英文
片長:78 min


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以下是英文介紹
- George! Can you hear me George?
For 23 interminable minutes everything that George heard, or saw, was water.
George knew that the surf films would never be the same, all that is perceived around the surfing would change forever.
The film was called Crystal Voyager and was just a documentary about a weird guy and his strange habits were not for the final 23 minutes.
The weird guy was George, George Greenough, a character so rich and complex that it deserves paragraph of presentation.
Today George verge of seventy, with 21 revolutionized board design, inspired by no less eccentric Bob Simmons, creating boards capable of astonishing speed because of the flexibility that could Greenough with the deck of a trough-shaped spoon.

George left to surf standing still in the early '60s and devoted herself to running waves knees and lying.
Self-taught, created in 1965 a model that he named Velo, probably one of the five most influential boards in the entire history of surfing. The Velo is responsible for the world of Nat Young at 66, the abrupt change of direction of Slater, the arc of the Lopez dug by voadinha of Clay Marzo, the tubes of the Rasta, for you and me.
Once the 70 starts, George reinvent our eyes and take a camera into the water, I mean: All in the tube.
Greenough breaks with the traditional image of the surfer in the third person and starts shooting in first person, who is in the wave is no longer the surfer, is you.
The image you see is no longer the point of view as you face the beach or into the sea on a plank looking over the canal, this time the wave is the star and a surfer superfluous detail.

In 1970, Innermost Limmits of Pure Fun, first movie that George has done, brought a segment called The Coming of the dawn, all filmed with a camera fixed on the nose now, sometimes the tail of his board, announcing changes in the behavior of the whole counterculture where surf mingled.

But it is at 75, come these blessed 23 minutes, that George goes beyond the ghetto of the surf and soar to a wider audience.
David Elfick and Albie Falzon (producer and director of Morning of the earth) come together to make a documentary about this unusual lifestyle Greenough George planning and building a boat, George disassembling cameras, George is just George.
The first 50 minutes of Crystal Voyager are just that: every day of Greenough with his dry, straightforward narration.

And then it happens ...
From the darkness of the screen close to the word Echoes.
The sound of dripping water sound familiar, is a song from Pink Floyd!
We see the most amazing aquatic scenes never before seen an explosion of colors and textures that make us dizzy with such beauty.
Suave, the voice sings:
Overhead the albatross Hangs motionless upon the air 
 And deep beneath the rolling waves 
 In labyrinths of coral caves 
 An echo of a distant time Comes 
 willowing 
 across the sand And everything is green and submarine
We are no longer in front of a movie about surfing, what art is delusional, is an installation, a performance.

Every time the camera keeps submerged, admiring that universe that begins and ends in a wave, rarely get to see a scene on top of water.
We fish, we water, we surfers like never before went.
George creates a wide angle to lend us the true look of the fish in almost 180 degrees, a fabulous view of the land from the sea, underwater, behind a wave.
We wondered then why do not we stay underwater to see everything routinely.
The answer may come simple: because it is too pretty and so much beauty so you can go crazy.
The music swells and the camera decides Greenough emerge.

Gilmour hammers his guitar and Waters (just look at the coincidence!) Batuca low as the magic carpet of Greenough begins its journey through the walls of distorted waves completely absurd.
Originally Echoes should talk about the immensity of space, supposedly inspired by Kubrick's 2001 film (there is even a legend that all end of 2001 can be synchronized with the Floyd song), something changed for the infinite ocean and married with perfect images of Greenough.
That is, Greenough did with the images the same as Pink Floyd did with their sound.
We are inside the tube, in slow motion, the reality becomes a drop in the lens, it crashes and spreads across the screen.
Time is no longer time, motion, and the tube throws everything it has back and sides.
Are not any more.
George finally answers:
'You can be there only for a few seconds, really, but your mind can stay there for hours ...
Many times you fall into the tube so that there is no output.
You fall terribly.
What matters is that when you're in there. Is the time you spend there.
The time comes in a dimension itself.
The only reality is what happens inside