Absolutely fantastic. Poetry on screen, and brings up the question of whether self worth and basic human instinct of survival out weighs love, whether it be brief or not.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Let my first preface this review by stating, this style of filmmaking isn’t fundamentally a favourite of mine - and whilst I find it intriguing and interesting, it wouldn’t be my usual ‘go to’ film form. However, that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate, admire and respect this particular form - so as something different, I went into Free Solo with a completely clear mind.
I want to completely start this train of thought by saying Alex Honnold is a complete…