Okay, file the curried beans under failed experiment.
I watched "Bustin Down the Door" the other day and thoroughly enjoyed it. For those of you expecting a happy-go-lucky surf movie with wet-dream guitar noodling, you might be surprised to find sadness, loss and bittersweet nostalgia. I found the bit about localism to be painfully sad for all involved.
I think the film tried to present a relatively even-handed approach but some people wound up looking worse than others.
What could be sadder than feeling you need to fight to defend something that was lost before you were even born?