Summary
Glacial sunlight fractures across splinters of alpinist celluloid as Arnold Fanck’s 1920 manifesto Das Wunder des Schneeschuhs exhumes the infant romance between man and white gravity. In trembling monochrome we glide beside lantern-jawed ski-pioneers who, bereft of lifts or Gore-Tex, conquer Tyrolean cols with ashwood planks strapped to goatskin boots. A tele-lensed ballet unfolds: hop-turns carve calligraphy into virgin powder, avalanches roar like polyphonic chords, and cigarette smoke curls inside frost-bitten beards while Deodatus Tauern’s intertitles preach the sacrament of outdoor virility. Between ascents, Ernst Baader’s camera lingers on chalet eaves dripping icicles, on shepherd girls spinning wool, on lantern processions waltzing through dusk—each frame a love-letter to vertiginous solitude. The film’s narrative spine is deceptively simple: three city dandies arrive in St. Anton, scoff at peasants sliding on barrel-staves, then, under the tutelage of pipe-packing Hannes Schneider, morph into wing-footed demigods who schuss from cornice to glacier, finally outrunning a slab avalanche that chews birch trunks like popcorn. Yet the true plot is cinematic syntax itself: how a 75-minute avalanche of montage, tinting, and reverse-motion persuades viewers that snow is not weather but religion.
Synopsis
A documentary about skiing at the beginning of the century.
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