Insightful with a little frisson of fear, LINES OF FLIGHT teases out a relationship between twentieth-century economic labour in Britain?€?s industrial north, the world of mass-consumption that people inhabit today, and solo rock climbing?€?ascending a rock face without using any ropes, harnesses or other protective equipment?€?on the outcrops and crags at the margins of what are now termed the metropolitan inner cities.
Tonally not everyone's cup of tea, I'm sure, but that was fantastic. And refreshing. It had a strange technical quality to it also, I thought, perhaps as though it was shot on a slightly older video format such as DV-Cam. Maybe just the upload compression. Or my shoddy internet connection.
Best climbing video I've seen for ages. The fact that the climbs were not named, and were only an equal part to the other elements of the film, made the sentiment of Lines of Flight seem even more sincere. Fantastic.
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