Like all rock climbing movies, it starts with someone significant to the main character falling off the rope with nothing the main character can do to save them. In this case it's Stallone's rock climbing BBF's girlfriend who he casually flirts with. After becoming rock marooned, Stallone and his rescue team come to save the two of them, her harness gets untied, and he has to shimmy out on the rope to try to save her from plumeting to her death. He fails, she dies, he laments until he must go back into the mountains with his friend who blames him for her death to save same climbers. Surprise! No one's in trouble. Some evil dudes lead by John Lithgow have tried to steal suitcases of money off a plane and landed it among the mountains with the suitcases scattering around. They take Stallone and friend as hostages who could also find the suitcases and lead them to safety. What ensues is an hour of mountain climbing, deception, Stallone having fewer and fewer clothes in spite of the fact that they are on a freezing cold mountain, a few explosions, and death by icicle. I fell asleep.
The biggest crime this movie commits ultimately is being boring and stale. The bad guys other than Lithgow are caricitures, the use of sound stages is obvious, and the plot is so predictable you could easily guess the end without me telling you. The best thing about it is easily the real shots of the mountains which are supposed to be the Rockies in Colorado but are actually the Dolomites in Cortina, Italy. Maybe Stallone co-wrote and starred in this movie because he wanted a vacation.
Quotes:
"No bullets bitch!"
"I must admit you're a real piece of work."
"I must admit you're a real piece of shit."
Adam's Grandma's Review: "I liked it. I liked the part where Stallone was there."
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