This oddball disappoints in classic fashion. Given the movie's rather impressive title, I had hoped for a well paced adventure documentary featuring a fearless "Bill Johnson" type, first battling to the summit of Mount Everest and then carving tight turns all the way to base camp. (Perhaps I expected too much given the stunts and daredevils of today) What I was actually treated to was a brutally slow slog of a movie narrated by a sleep inducing brooding narcissist who finally starts an ill-fated ski run nowhere near the summit. Comically, he dons a helmet, a pair of cartoon goggles, throws out a ridiculous parachute ( Im thinking of a cape at this juncture) and then snowplows, tumbles and skids on his arse a couple of thousand vertical feet. Quite funny actually given the serious nature of being high on Everest. While the ignominious pratfall was likely an Everest first, it apparently only rates a comical footnote in Everest lore. My advice for this forgettable film, use the fast forward button and simply watch the comic finish. Woody Allen would be proud.
