There is no real shock here (as we all saw the season play out). Or establishing of any sympathy for a short-on-their-luck sap in a more personal narrative tugging on the heart strings. And there isn’t a three-legged dog sitting in Sarah Mclachan’s lap as one of her soul-dredging songs serenades us all. To be frank, there is nothing more than a skier on his rock skis skiing a completely dry and vividly green slope.
Sure, there is a lot of the good stuff — that increasingly elusive white stuff as well, but therein lies the most depressing aspect that makes this the most depressing thing you’ll see this season. What we’re talking about is how, more or less, seamlessly the completely dry and vividly green slope works into the edit. The “doable” factor is what gets us. For one reason or another, it makes these last four years in California all the more real. We’ve read the reports and seen the mountains for ourselves, but now that it has made its way into the YouTube-/Vimeo-sphere, we’re officially fucked. Yes, we’re probably overreacting, but with weather cycles taking years and decades to complete, this sort of reactionary outcry is all we have!
Now, for shits and giggles and a whole lot of tears…
