Chasing Mavericks is one of those hoary ''based on a true story'' movies that borders on hagiography. It's a fictionalized take on the early life of surfing wunderkind Jay Moriarity (Jonny Weston) and his attempt, with the help of his mentor Frosty (Gerard Butler), to conquer the giant waves known as ''mavericks.'' Although the beaches of North California and their crashing waves are gorgeous, the story and the acting don't hold water. Chasing Mavericks is more interested in showing Moriarity to be a hero than an actual person, and the movie suffers for it in the end.
Weston plays Moriarity as a 15-year-old, and although Weston is still in his early twenties, he looks disconcertingly older. The tan make-up doesn't help, and neither does his hollow performance, which is mostly just him looking wide-eyed and earnest. He's not given much to work with, the challenges he has to overcome not given much weight at all. Moriarity's dad left when he was a kid, and his mom (Elisabeth Shue) is often drunk and can't keep a job. This could have been an interesting development Jay has to take care of her and loan her money, and lives in what looks like a cubbyhole in the living room but it's given short shrift. The movie Moriarity patiently does her laundry and wakes her up for work instead of what a normal 15-year-old would do, which would probably include, at the very least, some choice four letter words or acting out. Although his mentoring at the hands of Butler's Frosty does explore some of Jay's pain and fears, he's not particularly affected by anything. He just shakes it all off like a shaggy dog who's spent a day at the beach.
Other plot developments are equally toothless and without any real consequence. He has a bully who verbally taunts him but eventually respects him. His best friend is either doing or selling drugs, given his shady goings-on and wads of dough in his pocket. Moriarity holds a torch for his childhood friend Kim (Leven Rambin) who is apparently embarrassed to be seen with him, but even she isn't all that bad. It's like an after-school special that runs for 105 minutes (but feels much longer).
His crusty mentor Frosty is supposed to be a damaged man whose passion for surfing trumps everything, even, it seems, supporting his family. At one point, it's clear he's lied to his wife about going to do construction work, but she just sort of shrugs it off. Brenda (Abigail Spencer) knows Frosty's love for the ocean and how it heals him from past tragedies, so she mostly tolerates his behavior, aside from a few sharp remarks. As his voiceover indicates (delivered by Butler with an accent that goes in and out), these ''Children of the Tides'' are simply drawn to the ocean, even if it kills them. The passion trumps all, as it surely did in the life of the real Jay Moriarity.
The footage of the men surfing is the centerpiece of the story, which is probably why everything else feels like an afterthought. Even this is uneven, though. Some of it is obviously Butler and Weston Butler was injured on the set while filming a surfing scene but the faraway shots don't really match up. It's not clear if this is archival footage or if it's just poorly edited and filmed. A few scenes in the movie look startlingly different, all cloudy grays with Butler haggard and thinner, and although it could be just a really ham-handed way to visually indicate grief, this interlude looks like it's from an entirely different movie. A perk of Chasing Mavericks is its ''alternative'' music soundtrack that is immediately recognizable and surprisingly on point, with songs from Mazzy Star, Matthew Sweet, and the Butthole Surfers popping up at appropriate times.
While surely the people involved in making the film are dedicated to preserving Jay's memory and inspiring others, it's hard to take it seriously or be emotionally moved by such a blatantly unblemished portrayal. Real tributes show that grit and shortcomings of their subjects as much as why they're heroes.
Hollywood.com rated this film 2 stars.