Although I commend Yuchiro Miura for ascending Mount Everest at the age of eighty (I'm seventy five and hearing such things tends to lift my spirits) I have to say that I came away from this documentary with a cordial dislike of the fellow. He makes Sandy Hill, the entitled villainess of "Into Thin Air", seem Gandhi like in comparison. The last straw was that, after six Sherpas died so that this guy could go blissfully skiing and following his rather disappointing downhill, complete with extended spill and slide, he opines that he was spared death out of "love". I guess if you're okay with this New Age/post "Siddhartha" gush then you'll adore this film. I'm not and I didn't. Solid C.
Review of The Man Who Skied Down Everest
