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In this wonderful mountain climber's world, where men act like real men (and so do most of the women), the main plot gets lost in the flurry of sub-zero-plots. But, if you hang on long enough, you will finally get to the bottom of it. And despite the danger of mixing metaphors, all the beautiful characters deliver wonderful lines. However, when a line gets cut, some one goes Splat! In Vertical Limit, we learn you can't go home again, especially if you're lying at the base of a 26,000-foot mountain in a pile of your own broken bones. We learn you can't trust the weather. It's just too unpredictable. And we learn not to eat the yellow snow; it could be mixed with a bit of nitroglycerine spillage, and you wouldn't want to blow a lunch that way. We start out with a brother and sister who harbor serious issues over the death of their mountain climbing father. We add a wizened old sage who harbors serious issues over the death of his mountain-climbing wife. Then we throw in a wealthy executive type who harbors serious issues over the death of his mountain climbing…self. OK, sprinkle on a little snow, drop an avalanche or two, and lose a group of professional mountain climbers in a treacherous blizzard. Now bring out the nitro-packing lunatic rescue team. And just to add a little color to this winter wonderland of snow and ice, surround everything with the Pakistani War. This gives the story a strong feeling of danger and explains the presence of all that highly explosive nitroglycerine. What a blast! Actually, the plot, if you dare call it that, lacks structure and presents too many coincidences. Remember The Perfect Storm? You might call this movie The Perfect SnowStorm. (OK. Call it a weak moment. But I'm all better now.) Everything notwithstanding, the dazzling views, the beautiful cast, and the non-stop action make up for the fluffy plot. If you go see it, you won't be snow bored. I give it a "C+." Dixie says: All those parkas gave me a good idea about how to avoid my next bikini wax. I must be going crazy. I wasn't afraid of heights until I saw this movie. Now, I get dizzy putting the dishes in the cupboard. Scott Glen impressed me when he dry-shaved with a dull straight razor. I'm so afraid of pain; I can't pluck my eyebrows without a local. But I would love to be stranded on a mountaintop with Chris O'Donnell. Just thinking about it sends cold chills up and down my…parka. Maybe I'll get that bikini wax after all. I give movie a "C" for sCenery. Don & Dixie Mitchell Click here to share your views.
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