There's a scene in the new Warren Miller film - "Snowriders2" - where the owner of a dilapidated, single-seat chairlift in Kazakhstani checks the avalanche conditions, considers the team of rogue movie-makers about to ascend his hill and, through an interpreter, gleefully informs them, "You're very welcome to go skiing ... but you will die."
Of course, they don't die. But the daredevils who populate this, the 48th installment of Warren Miller's ode to the outlaw snowrider, seem to flirt with death everywhere they go, from Kazakhstan to Denali, and from Switzerland to New Zealand. (Although not, as promotional posters suggest, in outer space.)