Thrilling visuals, ridiculous story, little to no
educational value ... I loved it!
A low flying aerial shot finds some active minded
drivers waiting for a light to change from red to
green (it takes the length of the film). In the
meanwhile, we benefit from fertile extreme
Aspen, atop a pure white peak, no tracks, no
lifts, virgin snow. One male, one female ski like
angels, floating from the top of this snow-white
world. Watch them glide over rocks, a frozen
waterfall, the cinematographer films side by side,
sliding down the mountain. As if that wasn't sweet
enough, the sun sets into darkness, the skiers light
their way with only a torch in each hand. The orange
glow breaking the darkness - weaving between trees.
Cut to dirt bikers racing though the desert on one
wheel each, a station wagon behind, a biplane above.
The bikes race into the sky with only a few good
jumps, then join the driver of the car across a lake
while water-skiers flip across speedboat wakes. The
car takes to the frozen mountaintops in time to catch
a group of grunge snowboarders and a guy on a bicycle
race down a bobsled groove.
These young enjoyers of gravity bombard an
innocent ski lodge ... landing on the roof, then
skiing directly through, steps, railings, windows,
whatever. Their recklessness exactly balanced with
their skill. That is the edge.
Fun and exciting experimentation capture these
gliders on film. One shot "freezes" twisting/turning
airborne skiers, the splattered snow gets another
chance to fall to the ground. Then one medium shot
finds a string of ten or so skiers bopping up and
down a sequence of small ramps - they look like
pistons popping in an eight-cylinder engine.
From silly, to dangerous, to breathtaking, to
simple beautiful; "Ski to the Max" is very good
(albeit mindless) big screen entertainment.