You know, knowing the end of this film brought tears to my eyes just watching the trailer. There's something that sort of catches in your throat when you see it in a three-dimensional way that even Krakauer's book, as fascinating as it is, just didn't manage.
But it makes for an interesting debate: by turning nonfiction into fiction, in a way like this movie, does it diminish the story or heighten it?
I guess I'll have to go and see it to answer the question.
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