You'll notice "suicidal mountain-climbing" is on my list of LJ interests, but I'm not sure how much I've talked about it. I have read the wikipedia
List of deaths on eight-thousanders many times. I am especially partial to stories about K2 - its peril is not exactly a secret in the mountaineering world (and really I should start looking up Annapurna, the mountain with the highest fatality rate: over 40%), but I was surprised to read about K2 in college. The overriding theme of most of these stories is the question of personal vs. social/communal responsibility: that is, if you pass a mountaineer in trouble on your way to the peak, do you stop your ascent and try to help them down, or do you say "well, he made the mistake of climbing without oxygen/training/equipment, we all have to look out for ourselves"? See
David Sharp. Sir Edmund Hillary is by far my favorite participant in that debate (
Hillary described Mark Inglis' attitude as "pathetic"). Also see the controversial
Into Thin Air, which is probably the most famous contemporary mountaineering story.
I think the real reason these stories appeal to me, though, is the surrealism of the whole experience, the time spent "in the company of death," where
frozen dead bodies who have been there for years are actually
markers like "Base Camp" and "Camp IV." The surrealism and the incredible desire of these chronic climbers to do something so difficult, so likely to lead to death. You watch those Everest documentaries and these people just do not stop thinking about 8,000-ers, especially if they've already tried to climb them and failed. It appears to be their driving purpose in life, one that subsumes family, work, health, finances. These mountains fucking
haunt them. Then of course there's all the Type-A, competitive aspects of the whole endeavor (that tie directly into the responsibility question) - the "rarr I defy death and gravity and nature" triumph-of-the-human survivalism, the "oh yeah? well, I'm going to climb WITHOUT OXYGEN" oneupmanship that more often than not leads to death, the extremely bitter disputes over whether the dead people reached the summit or not (I'm guessing it's a question of whether their death was "for nothing"). Note that this attitude does not extend to everyone -
Anatoli Boukreev being just one exception:
"Mountains are not stadiums where I satisfy my ambition to achieve, they are the cathedrals where I practice my religion...I go to them as humans go to worship."So here I have watched three mountaineering movies. Touching The Void is a documentary about Siula Grande, in the Andes. K2 is "based on a true story" about K2 (obviously). The North Face is "based on a true story" about Eiger, in the Alps. Touching the Void and K2 are contemporary stories, while The North Face is set in the 1930s.
Touching the Void is a superb movie. Simpson and Yates are descending from the summit of the Siula Grande. Simpson breaks his leg and Yates is trying to rappel the both of them down (an extremely tough pill). Eventually, Simpson is dangling off a cliff. Yates can't see him and he can't support the weight of them both, so he hopes that Simpson is only a few feet from the ground and cuts the rope (and becomes known forever more as "The Man That Cut The Rope"). Oh dear, turns out Simpson is 100 foot from the ground. Yates sees this and assumes Simpson's dead, then goes back to base camp. But Simpson
isn't dead, and has to crawl/hop out of a crevasse and onto a glacier and down to base camp by himself. Touching the Void may have a leg-up on the other two just because it's a documentary. But it's a well-done documentary that totally captures the hallucinatory
weirdness (for lack of a better term) that Simpson experienced on his horrifically painful descent. It is also very darkly funny - probably the most memorable part of the movie is when Simpson (on the mountain) has the auditory hallucination of hearing "Brown-Eyed Girl" by Boney M, a band that he hates. And he's like, "Bloody hell, I'm going to die to Boney M." My second-favorite part was the guys at base camp hearing this noise that
sounds like Simpson crying in the wind but because they're sure he's dead, are too scared to go out because they think it's some undead spirit back to haunt them. Trufax. Note also that Simpson has always defended Yates' decision to cut the rope (he reasons that they both would have died otherwise). Simpson also still climbs mountains. Really highly recommended.

K2 is not so good. I don't know what the true story is like, but this felt quite overwrought. I didn't really understand the motivations of the climbers, and I was totally on the side of the porters that ran away from the Savage Mountain in fear (sherpas, I should note, are incredibly bad ass). The set-up here is that because the first two guys who tried to go up to the summit fell and died, the two best friends that were "cheated out of their chance" got to go up to the summit despite the great risk of bad weather. The rest of the group has gone back to base camp and is going to fly away with a helicopter because the one guy has altitude sickness and will die if he doesn't get off the mountain. But no, the helicopter can't leave! They must go pick up the two climbers! Even if the one dude dies of altitude sickness because of it! Granted this may all be a realistic situation - in which case, quite frankly, it would be a shitty, dire situation exemplifying the tradeoffs and deals-with-the-Devil that people make on 8000-ers - but the presentation was so one-sided, and so straight-faced ("hooray they're dead! now we can go!" Huh?), that I found it more than a little eye-rolly. Besides, the mountain didn't look very threatening - it looked like a tame mountain on a controlled set. There was no darkness in this movie. Just triumphant electric guitar. Give it a pass.

The North Face falls between these two (but closer to Touching the Void). The main characters are German, and the mountain is in Austria. The Third Reich is just coming into power, and the German expats are sort of basking in their country's perceived inflation in global value. Two German mountaineers have decided to climb the never-before-conquered North Face of Eiger, and Germany lets them leave the military to pursue their suicide-dream because it's a good PR opportunity. Thus the media and onlookers watch them from a little chateau, taking pictures, eating feasts. An Austrian team is climbing at the same time, and they join forces after one of the Austrians gets a head injury and the Germans discover the dead bodies of a pair that had gone before them. The mountaineers know both they and their national honor are fucked. Given these high stakes, they make the profoundly suicidal decision to keep going, lugging up the half-dead Austrian with them, in piss-poor weather. This movie does not have a happy ending. It is actually quite brutal, despite the mountain itself being a lowly 4000-er (probably partly because they have shitty equipment). The movie's also trying to transcend the mountaineering genre and get to something broader - about patriotism, and voyeurism, and living vicariously through a couple sturdy young men who are then thrown around like rag dolls (militarism woo-hoo) - and, of course, about conquest and the predatory state of Nazi Germany. Also highly recommended.
This song just came on shuffle, and I think it oddly fits [the pretend world being the veneer of achievement and conquest that accompanies these mountaineering missions, and the real world being what actually happens]:
In the pretend world, we all are very awake
In the pretend world, we all look sterile and fake
In this atmosphere we all could chatter for days
In the pretend world, we never admit our mistakes
But in the real world, we're hiding alone and ashamed
And we can't live well because we're addicted to pain
You see I cannot feel this no matter how you try
In the real world, we can't deny
In the pretend world, we gaze into empty eyes
We amuse ourselves with tawdry tales and white lies
But in the real world, where fools tormented for sport
We just stitch up our mouths so we can't admit or retort
You see I cannot say this, please don't ask me why
In the real world, we can't deny