In a world where little makes sense, nothing makes less sense than the cult classic ski movie Apocalypse Snow.
Hordes of diabolical monoskiers? Check.
Parachuting from a hang glider? Why not.
Sending cliffs in whitewater rafts? Natrually.
Dropping in aboard a Hobie Cat? The lake was, after all, frozen.
High speed tandem monoskiing? But of course.
You can't call yourself a ski bum if you haven't smoked yourself stupid with Apocalypse Snow.
The trailer does no justice but you get the general idea: Awesome Nonsense... like so much else out there.
Hordes of diabolical monoskiers? Check.
Parachuting from a hang glider? Why not.
Sending cliffs in whitewater rafts? Natrually.
Dropping in aboard a Hobie Cat? The lake was, after all, frozen.
High speed tandem monoskiing? But of course.
You can't call yourself a ski bum if you haven't smoked yourself stupid with Apocalypse Snow.
The trailer does no justice but you get the general idea: Awesome Nonsense... like so much else out there.
