All language subtitles for Depth.Perception.2017.WEBRip.x264-13

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I'm gonna
tell you a story.

Not just any old story.

The story is about a man.

A man on a mission.

A man that possesses
an alien proclivity

for the complex physics
necessary to move a body

in calculated and
unnatural ways through space.

Ha. Just kidding.

It ain't that kind of story.

It's a tale of four
snowboarders.

The young gun,

the veteran,

some chick,

and this other guy.

Hello.

The story
starts in a place that, well,

I'd be lying to you if it wasn't

some straight out of what
you might call fairytale.

I'm not kidding.

Who am I to say?

There could be thousands
of fairies in these woods.

Certainly, used to be
thousands of salmon

that would travel half the
continent upstrem from the Pacific

just to spawn on these waters.

It's a little place deep

in the interior of
British Columbia.

A place they call Galena.

Far from civilization,

but about as close to heaven
as you can get in this world.

A place that during
this time of the year,

and nearly always, is
shrouded in cloud and fog.

Rock and earth stand snow-capped
like great cathedrals.

I should tell you,
Mother Nature still rules

this part of the world.

And below that thick,
shrouded clouds, well,

that's where she
had some of her most

intricate works of art.

She's quite the
Picasso, I'll say.

She paints in broad,
heavy white brush strokes.

And the weather had
to be just right,

not too hot, not too cold,

or these delicate
little snowflakes

couldn't stack up just right.

Well, lucky for our heroes here,

this winter turned
out to be perfect.

Absolutely perfect.

It was a field of dreams.

Which is why these fellows
called them "pillows" I suppose.

Funny choice of words, I'd say,

since watching them
riding down these things

looked more like a bar fight
than a good night sleep.

Now, it's not all
just about bar fighting

down a pillow
stack around here.

If a man wants to draw a lone
line through a quiet forest,

by all means he can.

I don't often show
folks this place,

I've grown quite
weary of strangers,

but I can tell by the
look on their faces

they were different.

I've felt drawn
to show it to 'em.

And, who am I exactly?

Well, we'll get to that.

I've been in Galena a long time.

Just think of me as the
steward of this land.

And if you listen close enough,

you, like them, might learn that

there's a lot more going
on here than meets the eye.

Now, before I head down the road

of this long and endless
story, and I assure you,

it is the most endless of roads,

I should tell you how
these folks came to be

in this part of the world,

for it wasn't by some
random act of chance.

No, it was most definitely
an act of faith.

Nine, nine, nine!

Austen Sweetin.

Friends call him "Sweet
Tea", "Sweet and Low".

Fire monkey of a kid.

In the good year of 1999,

on this particular day, his
life would change forever.

Are you kidding me?

In "The
Birdman's" precisely

two and a half rotations,

Austen saw a glimpse of
his own true potential.

This is the best
day of my life.

His infatuation
with skateboarding grew

until it could no longer
be contained withinin the limits

of the concrete jungle.

So he turned his sights upwards.

Bryan Fox. Like
most San Diegans,

he grew up with an afinity
for punk-rock music

and the Pacific Ocean.

By the young age of six he had
become the Anthony Bourdain

of local burritos.

By the age of nine
he'd mastered the art

of drawing a perfect
barreling wave.

A right of passage and a skill
he still maintains today.

And then there's
Robin. Robin Van Gyn.

Kind of like the female version
of Jean Claude Van Damme.

She takes the meaning of
all-natural to a level

only countered by the
original hunter-gatherers.

While her female
counterparts elsewhere

bragged about how
much green juice

they bought from
the farmer's market,

well, Robin was out
here making her own.

Robin's the kind of girl
that folks in Los Angeles

name their boutique shops after,

like yarn and cider,
or lace and log.

And, yet, she absolutely
cuts her own logs.

You ever heard of a
guy named Travis Rice?

A fella whose stories are
that of fable and lore.

Fire in his eyes and
dragon stone for balls.

Myth has it he surfed
a flaming asteroid

across the Milky Way just
to land on this planet.

And, yeah, he's stomping.

Howdy.

But, what about
the sensitive side of Travis?

Do you ever think about that?

Sure he has one.

Even the toughest
dragons have soft spots

on their tender,
little underbellies.

Never before has man
lived so entranced

by the microscopic
details of life.

A long, slow stretch
with no pants on.

Soft, luxurious feel of an
exquisitely tailored house coat.

I mean, kimono.

The subtle perfection
of a simple meal

shares in harmonious
silence with loved ones.

It's the little things in
life that fill his soul,

like watching a glorious
sunset while a warm breeze

blows through his
fabulous flowing hair

like a playful kitten.

Hell, his reverence for the
mysteries of nature run so deep

even animals are
tamed in his presence.

Ernie, you're the only
one that understands me.

Our friends here
were embarking on a journey

into the thralls of winter.

And what a winter
it was becoming.

It's deep.

I'm only five foot three, but,

shit, it's three and a
half feet, bottomless.

Finishing my
calculus equations,

I think the formula is
gonna prove correct.

See these snowflakes?

Beautiful little things.

But, where do you
think they come from?

I bet your answer is clouds.

Hah. Clouds.

Now, I'm not gonna lecture you,

but it's a bit more
than just clouds.

You see, there is a thin
vale air stiring above us

like the vast currents
of the Pacific.

The great aerial ocean.

And Galena is situated
quite perfectly beneath it.

This season, the great ocean
delivered the perfect mixture

to provide months of snowfall
of the highest consistency.

This constant
sprinkling happens to be

the perfect ingredient
for one of nature's

rare snow formations:

fluted spine.

When the sun finally
does come out

they're quite the
sight to look at.

Hey, Travis, I
think we have storm coming.

Well, hallelujah.

Nestled amongst the
great forest

and handcrafted from a
few fallen cedar trees,

lay the tiniest of tiny cabins.

Here, Austen, Robin and their
not-so-tiny Labrador, Stella,

had decided to hunker down
and wait out the storm.

Austen, I think
we need some more wood.

More wood?
I got some tiny logs.

Great!

Bein' it
was such a tiny cabin

the two became accustomed
to tiny things.

Too big.

Each piece
of tiny kindling could be

no longer than two inches,

but this story takes
place in Canada,

so that is precisely
5.08 tiny centimeters.

And once the room
was nice and hot,

well, they played
tiny little jams.

♪ Tiny house man in
a tiny house land

♪ That played his amplifier
in a tiny house band

♪ I was playing my
guitar but it was too big

♪ So I got a tiny
one, that's how I live

Every morning
Austen would prepare coffee

in the tiny cabin.

This daily regimen
required the following:

two miniature silver spoons,

two mugs with the gross
capacity of two ounces,

and a tiny jar of
milk that was sourced

from dwarf cows in Nova Scotia.

And, of course, the
beans, tiny beans of joy.

And Austen was
incredibly particular

about these little beans.

When the
coffee was finally done

the two toasted to good tiding,

for they knew that,
eventually, storm would clear.

And outside that
cabin was a world

that was anything but tiny.

Come on, sun!

Shine!

We need you!

We want you!

Damn, you! Don't raise down!

Hallelujah!

Fucking big tank.

Big tank!

The unique
terrain draws people here.

There's no doubt about that.

But it's the timber that's
attracted most of the attention,

'cause these aren't your
regular strands of trees.

Nothing better than
a walk in nature.

These trees are over
1,000 years old.

And that's school,
politic and counted.

They counted the rings.

The beauty of that.

How can you just
not fucking love it?

Look at that cedar
tree. A monster.

God's country.

Nothing better, nothing bigger.

God's
country, perhaps.

Undisturbed by
glacier, wildfire or man,

these forests stand
as time capsules.

The old grove.

But, you see, there's old
and then there's ancient.

Up the head waters of
the Incomappleux River

lies a particular growth
I'd like to tell you about.

Down from the alpine to
the bio-geo-climatic zones

of the vertically
integrated ecosystem

lay one of the last ancient
forests in all of Galena.

Better said, one of the best
tree runs of these riders' lives.

It's hard not to love a forest,

but a forest as grand as this,

well, that's a whole
other kind of love story.

Western red cedars,

that's what makes up most
of this ancient forest.

Some grow as old as 2,000 years

and measure 35 feet round.

Some big fucking trees.

Beneath
these antiquated canopies

thrives a metropolis.

Everyone knows
there's a root system

that anchors these
trees in place.

What if I told you there's
communication here?

I'd even go as far to
call it intelligence.

The oldest of these giants

passing on what they
know to their young.

Save garden knowledge and
wisdom to keep a forest alive.

Yes, these trees talk.

Behold, the nervous
system of the valley.

Oh!

Whoa! Yeah!

Watch out for the
dead spike in there.

Oh, gosh!

Oh, my goodness. It's crazy.

Oh!

Crazy people.

Nobody has any respect for
their body. It's a temple.

Your body is a temple.

So, it's very nice.

As long as I could see 10
feet from me, victory.

Travis Rice.

Probably doing
something questionable.

A-grade high-quality
H2O powder.

Ha!

Whooo!

Yeah!

Every
once in a while,

man comes along as well
just a little bit different.

I'm talking about the
kind of difference

that makes a man hike
alone to the woods

with a 183-centimeter pink
snowboard on his back.

Bryan fondly named his
companion "Big Pink",

on the account of her
sheer girth and prowess.

It towers above the rest of
Bryan's well-manicured quiver

like a champion Clydesdale among
its tall opponents.

And with a trusty
see like "Big Pink"

Bryan felt compelled to explore
the mysteries of Galena.

Seems he had an unquenchable
desire to seek out

only the finest
geothermal heated waters,

hot springs, for the lay man.

Temperature of these
springs must be

exactly 101 degrees Fahrenheit,

with the Ph balance of 7.55,

and at least 1,000 parts per
million of dissolved minerals

such as calcium,
iron and lithium.

But Bryan infatuation
with hot springs

is nothing compared
to his real obsession.

Over his lifetime Bryan claims
he's successfully summited

over 400 mountains
peaks around the world.

421 to be exact.

Most of non-notable status.

That was...

Whoa.

Can you see it?

That was a lot deeper
than I thought.

It's a long way
down from that top.

Yeah.

Some humans
seem like they are born

with a deep desire
to understand the

natural world around 'em.

And, in a place like this,

there's a lot going on that
needs to be understood.

Hi, my name is John Buffery.

You can call me "Buff".

And I'm snowboard guide.

Actually,
he's much more

than just the snowboard guide.

When it comes to the
art of snow evaluation

and risk assessment, he's
a verified snow Yoda.

Over the past three decades
he's lead guiding missions

all over the planet.

He's even been shot at.

One time on a bad country trip

near the Shah's mountain palace

the Iranian Royal Guard
mistook him for a spy.

What are you looking
for there, Buff?

Instability in the layers?

Yep. That's
absolutely correct.

Behold what a
master carries in his pack.

Part of the job
of the snow jedis

is to assess the
safety of the snowpack,

and he's got quite
the magic touch.

Hey, Buff, it's
Travis.

Go ahead, this is Buff,
Travis.

I'm in a really
good spot response,

and I like what I'm seeing.

When
Buff's not guiding

he's in his office at
the Ministry of Transport

using his snow sensei
brain to mitigate

avalanche dangers on the
Trans-Canada Highway.

And, yes, he still has his
first avalanche beacon.

Buff has over 200
notebooks of field notes.

Decades of detailed observations
about weather conditions,

base camp logistics,
temperature,

and snowpacks ability
fill their pages.

"Why is all this
important", you ask?

Well, you see, only
with time and experience

does one learn how
to read the mountains

the way John Buffery does.

And everyone can
use a good shepherd,

especially around these parts.

These are cornices.

By wind-driven snow they
form into school bus-sized

doomsday devices that
can be hair triggered.

Surprisingly, cornices
and avalanches

aren't the deadliest
hazards out here.

In fact, it's the tree wells

you should be most
concerned about.

Usually one can't get out alone,

and that's why the buddy system
is always in place out here.

Take a look at these buddies,

sword fighting down the
mountain like a bunch of idiots.

Complete disregard
of their own safety.

However, if you find
yourself trapped

in the mountains for the night.

The tree well can become
a life saving shelter.

Tea?

Oh, yeah.

I think around the wide is
probably the hottest spot.

The top slope is gonna
be gone into the chutes,

so you're not gonna
have to worry about it.

If you have to stop let
the snow go through it,

don't go fast.

Do you think that's 3,000
T to V, top to valley?

Yeah. Oh, yeah.

It's all quite within
your realms of management.

Alright, man. Feels
like you're best in here,

- and look at it any longer.
- Yeah.

Get ready.

We are ready.

And I feel
pretty good to continue.

Be on ridge, just
watch the transitioning.

I've always had
a fondness for these giants.

I'm talking about
the land, of course.

By land I mean all this.

Galena holds quite the
collection, I'd say.

Not many things you can
fear and be in reverence of,

all at the same time.

It took quite some years for
this place to look this way.

It's all being washed
over by Mother's

great saline quilt
at one point.

Still changing, too,
right before your eyes.

You can't see it,

this is just a
snapshot of a painting

that's a work in progress, if
you will.

Because the perception
of time is different

for everything on this planet,

I'm trying to explain to
you the concept of time.

Hell, that's a rabbit hole,
if I've ever seen one.

One thing is for certain,

current state of this
painting, this land,

is about as full of
abstracts and oddities

as one could imagine.

And our friends sure do
love those oddities.

Take this arch, for example.

Right conditions of wind, rain
and soft-pocketed limestone

and these guys just
about lost their shit.

They were so excited it'd
never been ridden before

they rode it together
like brothers.

Let's have some fun, buddy.

They
named it "Tunnel buddy",

whatever the hell that means.

It's said that every
line has it's day.

Hey, guys.
Dropping ahead, 10 seconds.

The thing is,

when you speak about the
truly bizarre, the rarities,

that day can be a
decade apart sometimes.

It comes down to right
time, right place, I'll say.

Okay. Dropping.

Holy shit!

Alright. That was fun.

Whoa!

That was so savage.

I've lived
here my entire life,

and I've seen everything.

And, see, we all
talk to each other.

That's what makes
you so different

than any other plant or
animal on this planet.

We know our purpose here.

You probably wouldn't
believe me if I said

I had everything to do with you.

Since I've got your attention,

I might as well tell you

how I came to be in
this part of the world.

I was born in the
time of King Arthur.

Fought for life as a seedling
while the Roman Empire fell.

I grew from a
sapling into a tree

as men sailed west in the
searched of the undiscovered.

Irony is, there are
already people here.

Had been for many millennia.

It was different then.

They had a deep
connection to this land.

I had a family around
me that protected me

from avalanches
and tumbling rocks.

I was all that was left of them.

Here I stood while man built
cities and great things.

Oh, what wondrous things
you people create.

As men step down on the moon

I looked upward from here

and smiled of being
a part of it all.

Which brings me to
this moment here,

where my world
and yours collide.

What a chance encounter.

It's not often enough that
one of you take the time

to talk to one of us trees.

The day will come when
I return to the soil

and start all over again.

It was my honor to give
you all a little window

into what I've
seen in this life.

I give you all the 900.

And I said that
this story was an endless road,

and still assure you it is,

but before you leave this place

I'll share with you a secret.

Funny thing is.

You probably already know it.

You see, there is magic
that exists all around you.

Stand still and take it
in, like a child would.

Try to see past what
you've been taught.

For I'm not really a tree.

Even though that's
what you call me.

I just am.

That's closer to how we see it.

And if you search long enough

you might just find
one of those fairies.

Ah!

Tiny House, Tiny Jam, take 1.

Action.

Do you want me to talk?

I have come to the forest to experience
the world while I experience myself.

Thirty-one feet,
one and a half inches.

Mr. Fox, what can I
do for you?

- Let's do one two shoot.
- I like it.

Usually winner goes
first, right?

Travis Rice ladies and
gentlemen, dropping first.

Thanks for watching!
That's a wrap!

Here's the pillows.

Man, if I could shoot this from
anywhere, I would be...

Just got the city boy out here.
Is this a fisheye lens?

God's country.
Nothing better, nothing bigger.

That's why we love it!
That's why we live here!

- Yeah Niall.
- Let's do this dude.

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