This was no Barbarian Days, but that is an impossible standard, surely. What we get instead is a tight focus on a single beach from the time of its discovery as potentially world-beating surf spot to the most recent season. We meet the people that nurtured the sport in the town of Nazaré and brought attention and some prosperity to a sleepy fishing village, and we meet the athletes who are compelled to risk their lives there, year after year chasing the wave that will make them whole while trying to avoid the one that will break them in two. Everyone here is a little bit nuts, but it's an inward-facing obsessive kind of nuttiness, that some people call "drive". I enjoyed spending time in their company even as I think each of them needs years of therapy. May they all stay safe.