As a disabled patient who slashed his foot on the ancient mountain road in Japan and vowed never to climb mountains again, watching this film is simply self-abuse. It's too exciting, too exciting, too scary, and too nervous. I can't bear to look directly and dare not miss a second. I hold my breath for fear of disturbing the male lead who is climbing with bare hands. The giant screen screening in Shanghai Cinema was very good, and the atmosphere of the film festival was also very good. After the protagonist successfully reached the top, everyone applauded. The members of the shooting team are both good friends of the protagonist and professional climbers. This configuration achieves the best balance between the undisturbed and concentrated needs of this dangerous sport and the effect of shooting.
The protagonist's father is suspected of Asperger's disease, and his mother is a perfectionist. After he became famous, he received a brain scan and said that the amygdala is less active than ordinary people, so it needs more intense stimulation than ordinary people to feel excited (maybe this answers Why would he challenge such a sport that is full of life danger and a sense of achievement and temptation again and again), and one time after giving up because of fear Sheldon. The candid interaction with his girlfriend is also really hilarious. (The man in one-piece animal suit that I met on the rock wall of several hundred meters during the summit was really amazing, the audience burst into laughter, this is the charm of the documentary)
The protagonist mentioned that his father spent a lot of time cultivating his hobby of climbing, but he died very early. As soon as he died, the protagonist dropped out of school and started living in a car wandering around and climbing with bare hands. After he became famous, he still lived a simple life. Live, but donated a lot of money to set up a foundation. Even if I reached the top, I just said indifferently: I am very happy, but not without regret: If he can see how good what I have done later. - There may not be so much time to wait for each of us; bid your time!
Free solo, on the rock wall where no grass grows, only the god of death dances with it. Although I always told myself that since it was made into a movie, it should be a happy ending! But just like the protagonist's best friend, the photographer, who couldn't bear to look directly at the camera during the most tense episode, it's enough to watch such a movie once, and I definitely don't want to watch it again!
In addition, as a digression, although the tickets are all sold out, many of the prime spots in the dozen or so rows are empty. It is a pity for the evil scalpers.
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