Although there are still borderline voiceovers that tell you about epicness, the process of finding meaning and self-discovery in the infinity of the mountains, the interweaving of older footage lends the film a certain elegance and historical depth, because it becomes clear that TGR films have been made for 23 years now. It makes you mellow with age, so to speak.
Another key point that is actually obvious, of course, but rarely becomes so clear: Ski films stand and fall with the conditions, because the best shots this time are not from AK, where the season was apparently only mediocre, but from Felix Austria.
But first things first. The opening segment is once again from Jackson Hole and I think after about 15 TGR movies I know almost all the lines there by heart without ever having set foot in Wyoming. At least they had a century February and it's officially dusting.
The next movie segment is set in the century January of the Northern Alps and you're surprised how much Alaska there is in Kitzbühel. If it snowed this much every year, you would never have had to travel, because the terrain and the snow look breathtaking.