Feel free to prove me wrong
In Monday's print Slice, my ender line will allude to the fact that there are not a lot of good movies with skiing as a theme.
After writing that, I got to thinking that I should have stated it more strongly. That is, if there is even one skiing scene in a film there's an excellent chance it stinks.
I don't know why this is the case. It just is.
Of course, there are exceptions. The scene below showing David Niven and Claudia Cardinale in 1963's "The Pink Panther" had its moments.
But I've tried to think of other examples and I am drawing a blank.
