It is a very good example because the technique of climibing up granitic rocks is interspersed with visions of a life growing beside daring enterprises, rich in poetry, even if not dramatic, but nevertheless true owing to the humor of which it is compenetrated. And there also the menacing overhelming of the summits lost amid stormss, while men, little men, try to climb their slopes and all nature seem to be frightened by the beauty of hatchets. The author has been able to express a sense of pagan and, at the same time, religious awfulness, realizing it on the screen.
Directors
Guy Poulet
Jean Jacques Languepin