‘The Surfer’ Film Review: Show Some Appreciation for Nicolas Cage, Locals!

Nicolas Cage embodying the role of a surfer seems like an exciting concept, and for the most part, The Surfer delivers on this premise. However, viewers might find themselves feeling the urge to confront local Australians while watching the film.

This film directed by Lorcan Finnegan centers around a man portrayed by Cage who returns to his childhood home in Australia after spending his early years in the United States (and, unfortunately, Cage doesn’t adopt an Australian accent).His ambition is to purchase the house once owned by his father so he can create beachfront memories with his young son. Instead, he is met with an unconventional exploration of localism, toxic masculinity, and the extremes one might go to in order to spend quality time with their child, often on their own terms.

The Surfer takes viewers on a surreal journey filled with intrigue and entertainment. Cage’s character finds himself in a position where he refuses to vacate the beach—not out of necessity but from a fierce determination to demonstrate his righteousness. The local antagonist, Scally (Julian McMahon), curates a form of cult mentality among the beachgoers, teaching a gathering of men that suffering is an integral part of surfing. Although women are not explicitly forbidden, their absence from the film is notable.

Throughout much of the narrative, Cage’s character drifts around the beach, subjected to the manipulation and hostility of the local inhabitants. From a coffee shop owner who deceptively claims he hasn’t stolen Cage’s watch to locals who strip him of transportation, the protagonist faces degradation—culminating in a dire scenario where he nearly resorts to consuming a rat for sustenance.

Challenging Conventional Masculinity

It would be easy for The Surfer to devolve into a portrayal of men behaving poorly without substantial context. Yet, there is a deeper narrative at play. Cage’s struggle is not merely to reclaim his father’s house; it’s his misguided belief that this acquisition will mend his fractured relationship with his son. He is convinced that possessing this tangible asset will solve his familial issues.

This mindset reflects a traditionally “manly” thought process—the notion that success or material acquisition can equate to emotional fulfillment. Many can relate to this narrative, as it echoes the experiences of previous generations. However, when paired with McMahon’s cult-like influence, The Surfer evolves beyond just a psychedelic excursion into a contemplation of masculinity and human connection.

Despite some pacing issues and the repetitive nature of Cage’s arc, which can be wearing at times, this aspect is anticipated in films of this genre. The film’s structure serves as a deliberate narrative choice rather than an oversight.

In conclusion, The Surfer stands out as one of Cage’s more distinctive performances, providing a fascinating reflection on his recent career trajectory. However, be forewarned—viewers may find themselves wanting to defend Cage’s character against the injustices he endures.

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