What the press said...
"July 1956: Gaston Rebuffat and Maurice Baquet made the first ascent of the south face of the Aiguille du Midi, a red granite wall at an altitude of 3,842 metres in the Mont-Blanc range. August 1988: to pay tribute to his late friend's memory, Maurice Baquet returns to the mountains and, in spite of his age, climbs the same face again behind one of the world's greatest mountaineers, Christophe Profit, fifty years his junior. An exploit followed by the camera of Nicolas Philibert who, beyond the adventure itself, sketches out a remarkable portrait of the actor and cellist who is still as passionate about the mountains. Very few words, but gestures and looks that say a great deal about the multiple talents of this former skier on the French national team who, in the thirties, was the driving force behind the Octobre group with Jacques Prévert and a few others. A genuine rediscovery of this exceptionally gifted man and an excellent example of intelligent television."
Bernard Heitz, Télérama - January 28, 1989
"...In the fields of the cello or acting, Maurice Baquet requires no introduction. Where the mountains are concerned, the director Nicolas Philibert tells us an old story - one of love - in 23 minutes and 46 seconds. It isn't always easy to understand how Philibert manages to film the climb but each image, each shot reveals the exploit in a blend of tenderness and precision, backlighting and close-ups. And Baquet of course carries a rather unusual burden: his cello…"
M.S., Libération - January 28, 1989
"In the thirties, between two performances of the Octobre group, Maurice Baquet would set off to join Gaston Rebuffat who, like Tabarly for the yachting world, represents one of the key figures of mountaineering in France. Baquet, as he still does now, would arrive in Chamonix with his cello, the loyal companion of all his journeys to which he devotes several hours each day. In this film, we see him offer the Alpine landscape a few notes of Bach and give a lesson to Christophe Profit, more at home on a rock face than with a bow in his hand. These images, painstakingly filmed, draw their quality from their even-handedness. And this documentary, that isn't designed to promote anything apart from a little poetry, deserves to be hailed as a success."
Benoît Charpentier, Le Figaro - January 28, 1989