The Man Who Skied Down Everest

"The Man Who Skied Down Everest" won the Oscar for Best Documentary Feature back in 1976. I most of this is because of the amazing cinematography. That's because apart from that, I found the film a bit pretentious, boring and disingenuous.

The film consists of a western actor reading the journal entries of a Japanese guy who loves skiing in extreme situations. Some of these entries are insightful and interesting, others extremely pretentious. Regardless, you get LOTS of talk, when the film would have been so much better had it had some quiet moments. Additionally, when he eventually gets to this feat, you learn that he only went NEAR the top of this huge mountain and then skied down a very small portion. It's an amazing act, but not at all what you'd expect given the film's title. The bottom line is that I found myself nodding off a lot as I watched this film and that is not a good sign. Easy to skip.

The movie is well made with great photography and narration. However, the subject of the film takes himself way too seriously. His actual feat of skiing "down Everest" is massively exaggerated. From what I could tell, he appears to be skiing down about half of the Lhotse face. The narrator claims that he is skiing from a level where the 1952 Swiss expedition reached. Not true. They reached 28,500 feet, just short of the Hillary step. Miuri starts from somewhere below the South Col (26,000 feet) with the aid of a parachute too slow him down. He tries to hold a wedge shape (an amateur move to control speed) then sits down on a traverse at about 24,000 feet and subsequently slides/bounces on his butt another 500 to 1,000 feet. I figure he skied from about 25,500 to 23,000 feet.

This is presented as a successful and amazing run. Miuri states "I cant believe I'm alive" and "why have I been allowed to survive?", blah blah blah...etc. I'd like to know how the 800 porters, sherpas, other climbers, and families of the 6 dead men feel about this. I'm surprised the Japanese expedition didn't try to put some climbers on the summit while they were there. Apparently, it was all about Miuri and his lame ski run.

Reading the synopsis above does a pretty good job of explaining how crazy/ambitious of a stunt this was, but doesn't really do justice to the price that was paid by so many who were hired to help get Mr. Miura up Mount Everest so he could put on a pair of skis and do one of the craziest things a person has ever attempted. This film really is a dichotomy between the grandeur of the stunt vs. the price paid for this entirely self-indulgent, off the wall crazy foray into one's ego. The actual stunt itself is probably the most thrilling thing ever put on film and is incredibly exciting especially for a generation brought up with extreme sports, but only showing this scene betrays the intent of the film, which is to portray the unnecessary suffering of the poor Sherpa's who lost their lives because they had no other option but to accept the job. This film is incredibly sad and exciting at the same time and is a perfect metaphor for the first world (Miura's Japan) taking advantage of the third world (the ethnic Sherpa people of Nepal) for purely selfish means. For the classroom it checks several boxes because of the fact it is immensely exciting, borderline crazy, yet manages to illustrate how the inequality in economic power between nations can lead to pure exploitation, damaging the indigenous cultures so you can for instance, ski down Mount Everest!

This follows Japanese adventurer Yuichiro Miura as he attempts to ski down Mount Everest. That's it. That's all there is and it's great. This has an Englishman narrating his diary entries. It's a neverending train of thought. He is part of a large group of Japanese scientists, fellow travelers, and local porters.

Real life Everest adventures are usually compelling although Miura's destination isn't all the way to the iconic top. That part is rather unusual. The visuals are amazing and I love the 70's aesthetics. He does need a 1st POV camera shoot going downhill. The cameras of that time may be too heavy for him to carry.

This one has the reality of the people. Miura makes himself very personable. There are real deaths and real bodies. This gets real real fast. I feel like I went on a journey with him and that is one of the highest praise for a documentary.

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.