Picture the opening shots of a ski film: swirling mists, a skier (probably a man, based on this year’s crop of ski films) clicks into their bindings, and launches into a sprawling sea of… grass?
“The Kook” establishes itself from inception as a deadpan sendup of the intensity and self-seriousness of ski films. It has fun without so much as a wink while taking on the archetypal comeback and outcast stories that the industry loves to tell. With its words of wisdom emanating from the mouth of a drunken man in a San Francisco homeless encampment, rather than a shamanic figure, “The Kook” is a novel take on the story you’ve seen a million times.
The film tells the story of a fictional former comp skier who