When I was around 13, I saw Point Break for the first time. It was a thrill-a-minute ride, a marker for teen boys in a hurry to grow up and let loose. There were countless gung-ho one-liners that made their mark after Johnny Utah (Keanu Reeves) lets surfing guru/Zen buddy/bank robber Bodhi (Patrick Swayze) paddle off into the 50-year storm in search of the ultimate wave. Among them, "100% pure adrenalin" and "F%^king am-a-zing" (as Utah skydives for what looks like the first time).

Where am I going with this? Well, one of the more philosophical contentions of the movie is when Bodhi is by the fire at his house and he utters this provocation. "If you want the ultimate, you've got to be willing to pay the ultimate price," he muses. "It's not tragic to die doing what you love."

That one isn't as easy to swallow unless you are the reckless and radical type but, 30 years later, it was front of mind as I got to gasp at another side of nature's ferocity. A power so gargantuan and devastating it humbles you. Zoom out and you'll see how inconsequential we really are, along with our trivial everyday gripes.

Sarah Dosa's awe-inspiring Fire of Love is about volcanologists Katia and Maurice Krafft. More than a documentary, it's a poetic meditation on the joy of devotion at the outer limits of obsession. These nomadic adventurers spent around 25 years travelling the world, from Mount Stromboli in Italy to Mount Krafla in Iceland and Nevado del Ruiz in Columbia. They lived by the rhythms of the earth, running towards danger to study these natural phenomena (even deadly grey volcanoes with their pyroclastic flows).