From the film's opening seconds, in which a lone surfer emerges from a wave's whitewater to the strains of first organ, then choir music, we can see that the filmmaker has come to sanctify his subject rather than explore it.
[Peralta] has a knack for cutting found footage with a dynamic soundtrack and obviously recognizes the advantage of pausing the narrative for a moment and allowing his audience the pleasure of just watching the surf.
Before seeing Riding Giants, my ideas about surfing were formed by the Gidget movies, Endless Summer, the Beach Boys, Elvis and lots of TV commercials. ... Riding Giants is about altogether another reality.