I am almost always right with Werner Herzog and his documentary subjects. This one I couldn’t quite put my finger on. For one — I never could figure out the rules of ski-flying. (Not ski-jumping, that much I know.) There seems to be much ado about Steiner being some sort of maverick — too good for competition, in that he jumps so far it can’t be measured. . .but then they do measure him. A little hard to follow. The point of the movie, though, and the reason it has lasted, is the slo-mo footage of ski-flying set to Popul Vuh music. Put that on late at night and you won’t be unahppy.
