Noon Patrol Is A Surf Comedy That Doesn’t Totally Suck

Surfing isn’t funny.

The sport takes itself too seriously. Corporate strangleholds suck the laughter from the air. It’s serious business and the only humor on offer is typically fluff-ball slapstick nonsense. Because that shit is safe and doesn’t hurt feelings.

Look at your favorite pro! Isn’t he acting silly?

Taylor Steele got a ton of mileage with that stuff back in the 90’s. It seemed funny as hell, at the time. Because I was a halfwit teenage boy and considered the image of Rob Machado in a wig to be the height of hilarity. I don’t feel that way any longer.

But we get good stuff every once in a while. Freezing had me in stitches when it dropped back in 2017. Noon Patrol follows in that vein with tongue-in-cheek, semi-dry humor.

As was the case with director Jack Galvin’s ’77 Overlin , the surfing footage isn’t the greatest. The featured riders aren’t professional caliber. They’re just normal guys who surf reasonably well. Especially considering the fact that they’re hampered by the thirty pounds of rubber necessary to survive a New England winter session.

If you like watching normals shred, and I think a lot of people do, you’ll enjoy the surfing. But, even if you don’t, the rest is more than worth your time. Because it’s funny. Very funny. Check-it-out-because-the-director-sent-you-a-link-on-instagram-and-you-don’t-have-anything-else-to-write-about-then-end-up-spitting-coffee-on-your-laptop-because-the-humor-caught-you-off-guard funny.