77 minutes | No MPAA rating
Less a conventional documentary than a sort of aural/visual tone poem, “Mountain” is an audacious blend of brilliant cinematography, (mostly) classical music and spoken word performance.
Parts of it work much better than others.
The subjects of Jennifer Peedom’s film, of course, are Earth’s highest places. The doc was filmed in mountains on every continent, with cinematographer Renan Ozturk often employing drone-mounted cameras that capture astonishing vistas that are simultaneously epic and intimate.
Big swatches of the film are simply jaw-dropping.
And, indeed, “Mountain” is a big-picture sort of enterprise in the style of Godfrey Reggio’s 1982 “Koyaanisqatsi.” No facts or statistics are presented, no quantitative analysis. The script by Peedom and Robert Macfarlane — it’s read by Willem Dafoe — is big on generalizations.
Until about 300 years ago, we are told, mankind shunned mountains and would have considered mad anyone who climbed them for fun. But at some point men began hearing, as Dafoe’s narration puts it, “the siren song of the summit.” Mountains came to represent not just rock and ice but dreams and desire.









