Our nine-year-old son is into all things Everest, so we previewed the film to make sure there weren't any gruesome scenes (long story--we learned our lesson, though), on account of the many deaths that have occurred on the mountain. We ended up getting him a different film to watch, but or had nothing to do with dead bodies...
The whole movie is about some priveleged pretty-boy with a case of the wiggle-worms and severe narcissism. My. God. I thought the other reviews were just the rantings of a balding has-been, but no--they got it right. The narrative is so icky. His mom and wife sound like pandering enablers who kiss the earth he walks on. They talk about him like he is a mythical creature thst farts gold--sorry, dude, but you are not that special. My wife is an ADHD outdoorsy athlete who cannot sit still, and while I think it is (or, it can be) charming, this isn't a unique or special trait, and it doesn't give you an excuse to hyperfocus on your needs and discount those of your family. The narratives given by the mother and wife don't read as supportive, but rather excuses from people who have to constantly put this guy's needs before their own.
The movie refers to his cancer as an obstacle to overcome, but it turns out it was early-stage skin cancer they caught early and were able to treat in outpatient surgery (as a pasty man of Irish descent, this is an annual thing--it sucks, but don't pretend like it was worse than it was).
Lastly, we looked it up, and there was a horrible avalanche that killed many, many sherpa. The documentary barely mentions this and focuses on how sad Mr. Me-Me is that he could not climb that year. So, a whole village loses a huge number of fathers and husbands and brothers, and you are bummed you can't play adventurer? Gross. Disappointing. This man, by the way, needed the sherpa guides to get up there. Anyone who pays enough can climb, but the real athletes are those sherpas--now THOSE guys are interesting.
This movie had promise, but they blew it with a boring subject, a boring narrative, and an exaggerated sob story of a spoiled man-child. I gave it four stars because the scenes of the mountain were beautiful, then I took two away because it was interrupted by this douchebag. We found a better documentary about the sherpas for our kid to watch because we don't want him to grow up to be like THAT guy (or how they are portraying him in the film--he could very well be lovely in person, which makes this movie even sadder).