I don’t believe many skiing love affairs start with a burgundy 1990 Toyota Camry, but mine does. Growing up just outside Chicago, we called our family’s Camry “the fast car,” and most Friday nights my siblings and I piled into it and my dad zipped us around our town. I loved that car and lived for those end-of-the-week rides because they meant a blast into the curious and amazing world of skiing.
Those rides always ended at the same place: Blockbuster (place nostalgic sigh here). And there was one film, without fail, I always rented no matter what was on the new releases wall, no matter what my brothers and sister were eyeing: Ski Patrol The Movie.
It is not a good film. It didn’t do particularly well at the box office. It doesn’t have a good rating on Rotten Tomatoes or IMDb. Fancy film critics probably classify it as a preposterous mega turd that will lower your IQ. However, it is somehow still a great film.
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