THE EDGE, there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.
Kabat channels the spirit of the original with an impressionistic two-minute run from the Golden Gate Park down to Santa Cruz, no helmet required. Whether or not this sounds cool to you is likely to hinge on experience. Perhaps you went to high school with someone who didn’t live to celebrate the wind-burned eyeball sensation of pushing it to 100…
The Edge more than delivers as a surf-rock-and-testosterone-fueled lit romp, but still, it might’ve been interesting had Kabat pushed into uncharted territory. Perhaps have Thompson lose control of his bike around the 80 mark, skidding hideously on his bald head for however many feet it’d take to turn the greyscale red, and roll credits on that.