I had a birthday (a big one) this past week and it's now official:
I am now too old for ski movies.
First off, I didn't "get" the title of this movie until someone patiently explained it to me a few days ago. See, the title is a double entendre. A "session" is what the ski movie rock stars and photogs call a period of ski filming - as in "that Haines heli session was off the charts". But re:Session is also a play on the word "recession", which we're all aware painfully aware of.
So, the movie starts with a setup about how bad the economy has been all over the world and such, and then we segue into the skiing segments. This is where I finally REALLY got the recession part.
Instead of the normal ski porn we've become accustomed to, where most of the footage is helicopter-assisted, THIS movie seems to be primarily an ode to snowmobiles. I'm guessing that hiring (or simply filming for FREE) a bunch of local slednecks is a hell of a lot cheaper than hiring a helicopter and pilot. Recession indeed.
So, most of the movie consisted of footage of guys in full-face helments either loading, unloading, trailering, or running snowmobiles around in the wilderness. And it's actually not much wilderness because you can see tons of snowmobile tracks marring the scenery in a high percentage of the shots. The movie goes on and on and on with footage of today's young guns doing flips, spins, grabs, and whatever off kickers they've built in the backcountry that they accessed with the snowmobiles. One segment is particularly good at evoking all the noise and exhaust fumes that snow machines are so adept at.
Not only that, but I think there was one single segment that had a girl skier. Jeez, there aren't a COUPLE more girls in the entire world who they could have put in the movie? All they had to do is sail off a kicker and grab their skis before lawn-darting SWITCH into a pile of snow??????
To be fair, there were at least two or three minutes of very, very cool footage of flute and spine skiing in Haines, Alaska. Beyond that, I was looking at my watch most of the time.
I'm really glad I didn't pay actual, recession-earned money for my ticket.