Saw this at the tender age of 16, after two years of sporadic weekends down at Whakapapa skifield in the central North Island...
What is this? Hang-gliding *and* skiing? Holy mofo... where do I sign up? You are bullet-proof at that age, so this really hit the afterburners.
As the earlier reviewer commented, this was done with very little equipment, expertise or intent, but it had 150,000% heart.
Even now, in 2017, I get a lump in the throat thanks to the earth-crushing emotions it evokes, especially if I hear the soundtrack on some kiwi radio stations - I kid you not: you really wanted to jump into the screen and join them.
Slo-mo forward to 1980 when I got a job and had enough cash to be dangerous with so I signed up with a crowd in Piha (Auckland) to do a hang-gliding intro course, and afterwards a bottle of Mezcal couldn't get me out the the trees...
Bought a hang-glider two days later and had a delirious three months of floating around in the sky until gravity and outstanding bills brought me finally down to earth; aw crap, girlfriend and the stereo now long gone.
Memories still very strong. Recommend anyone into snow or sky check this movie out.
