Based very loosely on the utterly impenetrable and totally-unrelated book by the widely-respected and hopeless novelist Mick O'Ndatje, this film has it all.Synopsis: A toff of an explorer sets out with all his digits in tact to cross the icy wastes of the Northern Pole, with only a power bar and a wind-up radio as kit. Along the way he drops fingers and toes to the point where he can no longer keep a firm grip on reality or his crampons.
He hallucinates about Kirsty Thomas-Scott having a bath TOTALLY IN THE ALTOGETHER (about 37 minutes and 8 seconds in, for nearly half a minute). Nicely done.
No-one knows or cares who he is, and at the beginning he dies.The rest of the film is a paean to the trials and tribulations of this idiot.
Ends on a high-note with stirring music and a list of names of those responsible for this comedy of flaws and nonsensical dramatic set-pieces. Tears all round, one choc ice and a giant box of popcorn.
Filmed in sepia-vision. May feature Melvin Gibson, possibly.
Col's commentary: Will probably make more sense on the telly.
Next week: Genghiz Khan (1965 version)
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