Dany Stive / L’Humanité Dimanche – July 4, 1987

“Of course, the director has shot plenty of amazing images of a man alone in the rocky expanse, of the dreamlike ballet of a mountaineer who dances vertically on a wall of ice, a pick in each hand and crampons on his feet, and the dizzying tracking shot around Christophe Profit “emerging” from the Grandes Jorasses or his vertiginous descent beneath a multicoloured paraglider. But, beyond all that, he has captured the tiny gestures and unimportant words that give a human and genuine dimension to this feat. Paradoxically, the brightest images in the film are those that illustrate the night ascent of the Eiger. Christophe Profit is no longer on screen but he is present all the same through the only link that he has with his partner Sylviane, a walkie-talkie. A faint voice emerges from the darks, “My feet are cold,” and the loneliness of the climber, the silence and cold, the tiredness and exhaustion suddenly become obvious.