…Assholes.
Look, I’m sorry. This review isn’t going to be empathetic or sensitive to the feelings of its subject or makers. Because I think they’re a bunch of assholes.
Alex Honnold, with his Jedi warrior masturbatory bullshit, is an asshole. His foundation sounds cool, but this movie isn’t about that – because he probably won’t die funding it. The filmmakers, who are clearly more interested in filming an aberrant personality possibly falling to his death than celebrating an athletic feat, are bigger assholes. Acknowledging (or faking in clearly staged conversations) their feelings about that makes them worse, not better. Alex playing to the camera during his climb is creepy, not cool.
I’ll leave the girlfriend out of my judgemental name-calling because she’s only hurting herself by pretending his (barely maintained) simulation of feeling is the same as caring. We’ve all made bad choices.
(Tommy Caldwell comes off okay as a supportive friend.)
in the dark 