It's fun to watch a California dreamin' movie when it's about 3 degrees below zero outside, which we did tonight. I'm just on the margin of being old enough to have nostalgia for the '70's. 1976 was 4th grade for me, with all the bicentennial red, white, and blue painting of garbage cans and mailboxes -- but I completely missed out on the skateboard craze, which is much of what this movie is about. Pretty young boys with long blonde hair and tube socks with bright stripes around the top bonding with each other and their addled surfing / skateboarding mentor. You care some about the boys and their fractured lives, and I liked the soundtrack (great cover of Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here), but this one didn't do much for me. I usually like the guy version of chick flicks, especially when they involve car chases and crashes and explosions -- maybe this one was too sensitive for me? Or maybe I have a serious case of beautiful silky long blonde hair envy..