Take the plunge if you dare, and enter into the world of the Bunch.
First of all, thanks to the Bunch for using this awesome music. My friend Sylvain Aymoz found it and sent it to me. Just play it while you read the review—it won’t bother you, it’s in Hungarian.
The Bunch finally ends their trilogy with the movie Finito, the end of an era for them, but only the beginning of their influence in skiing.
The Bunch’s skiers are totally out of this world. They move in a world of art and of weirdness, a world of freedom without compromises, without any desire to join the “normal” one or to water down their own to make it accessible to us.
As far as skiing goes, it’s a world of shred in which the goal is to find the most unusual way possible to ride a feature, re-inventing skiing with every turn, butter, tap or press. As far as the movie goes, it’s a mix of different influences from art and music, from ‘90s effects to VHS. These aspects combined make the movie look like a modern art student’s semester project.
It’s hard to enter into this world as a spectator—either you’re in, or you’re out. Their art becomes almost political, with a revolutionary message of a generation which seeks to define itself beyond the constraints of the world that past generations have build—in skiing or otherwise.
But as so often happens in modern art, the organization is left by the wayside; the dirty, raw footage can get exhausting for the eyes after 20 minutes. Also, the skiing isn’t as good as their earlier releases, from my point of view.
Despite these negative aspects, I felt the vibe watching this movie. It’s exactly like Tobias Sedlacek, one of the crew, told me: “It’s about a feeling, and if everyone likes it, then that’s bad.”
I think The Bunch managed to serve up just what they wanted, and it’s worth taking the risk to understand them—even if it isn’t easy.