
And, for that alone, us armchair climbers doff their North Face caps. What it does deserve real credit for, through its technical action sequences and dramatic visuals, is finally providing a sense of how the world’s highest mountain must look and feel to those pulled in by it every year. If they were doing it now, it would make for a great 10-parter on Netflix instead. With a sprawling all-star cast, it’s admittedly a tricky film to follow if you don’t already know the story. So hats off to this film’s valiant attempts to buck the mountaineering trend and bring the story’s complicated threads to life. It’s told brilliantly in John Krakauer’s book, Into Thin Air, and Anatoli Boukreev’s response, The Climb. Well, expeditions don’t come much more dramatic than the Everest summit season of 1996, when treacherous conditions, brutal storms, over-crowding and human error conspired to cause one of the most tragic and notorious days in climbing history. Which is strange, because on paper, you’d think the inherent drama of risky expeditions, fearless characters and amazing scenery would have spawned more cinematic success.


Mountains and movies are not always the happiest of companions.
