There are five of us in the car heading to Canggu, and Noah Hill groans. “Oh, man. That brownie is not sitting well.”
“You don’t get brownies for breakfast,” Tommy says (it’s 7:30 a.m.).
“I always get brownies…” Noah says, head against the window, watching the sunrise bounce off the rice paddies. “…my friend’s dog’s name is Brownie.”
And with a collective giggle from his fellow passengers, he’s back. What brownie? What stomachache? He’s got an audience and a Beats Pill and can sing every word to NWA’s F--k Tha Police. There’s 10 minutes left in the drive, he’s got some entertaining to do.
Random. Confident. Hilarious. Of all the groms on this trip, Noah understands that the world’s a stage, so he might as well play the leading role. He wears pink Crocs. He teases himself about pimples. By the end of the first day of filming with the GoPros, Noah had already made an edit, complete with music and dialogue and punch lines and cheesy graphics to emphasize the punch lines.
Noah’s the type of kid who, if professional surfing doesn’t work out, SURFING Magazine would want to hire when he’s done with school. Oh — and he’s actually in school. A real one, with other kids and attendance records and dances and stuff like that. At one point, I think while he was searching for Taylor Swift’s “Blank Space”, an audiobook on Greek gods poured through his stereo speakers. Whoops, summer reading.
By the trip’s end, Noah has made three different GoPro edits — one surfing, one comedy, one mixed. He easily wins the GoPro Filmmakers Challenge, along with $1,000 (with which he plans to buy shoes). If you find it online, you’ll see that his surfing is not unlike his editing — smooth and surprising and with so much promise. (But, if the surfing doesn’t work out, Noah, please come work with us.)