Surrounded on three sides by liquid majesty, San Franciscans have a natural affinity for wildwater sports and saltwater sustenance. We’re naturally simpatico with kindred spirits around the globe who explore, defend, and depend on the seven seas. All of these im-pulses are fully (and often breathtakingly) expressed at the San Francisco Ocean Film Festival, which marks a decade of celebrating magnificence and exposing exploitation. Conservationist and household namesake Jean-Michel Cousteau headlines tonight’s opening gala with an alternately inspiring and sobering pep talk. The roots of Cousteau’s ethos of collective reliance and responsibility are re-vealed in his first-person documentary, My Father the Captain (Saturday at 1 p.m.), screening right at the midpoint of a high-energy weekend of movies enthusiastically and sometimes riskily filmed on location. Surfers can find the biggest waves from Finland to Half Moon Bay at the board-rocking 7 p.m. program on Friday. And for genuine guts and glory check out midcentury Malibu maverick Kathy Kohner in the historical doc Accidental Icon: The Real Gidget Story(Sunday at 4 p.m.). Come on in, the water’s fine.
March 7-10, 2013