Have you ever had a movie moment?

Kujawski wrote: Once I was stopped at a red light, not moving at all when a burrito flew through my window and hit me in the chest. 

The wind was powerful enough to pick the spray from the creek up a couple hundred feet to me cruxing on the thinly protected seam when a helicopter decided to hover about a hundred yards out while I desperately pulled the moves. It felt epic and completely wtf? anyway.

 I freesoloed a 5.11 out in the desert and when I finished there was a helicopter waiting to take me to my impossible mission. No wait... I jumped off a cliff with a mountain bike, overshot the landing and when I finished crashing there was a helicopter waiting to take me to an impossible surgery.

One time I was hiking and I heard a hawk scream just like that hawk scream sound bite they always have in movies when a scene opens up to a wilderness landscape. I remember thinking, "That's just like a movie!" and then, "Wait no, the movies are just like this!"

Well this one of mine was made into a film
https://www.coldmountainkit.com/knowledge/articles/pembroke-rescued-can-dangerous/

Bee sting while on TR

Crap movie

Hands In My Pockets, Jasper Nat'l Park, 1st pitch, clipped the 2nd bolt and went to a perfectly decent looking foothold. Which then decided to become part of the scree field below. Cue Wile E. Coyote legs-going-everywhere-scramble maneuver, levitating in space as long as you don't look down, but then I looked down. Yeah, my movie moment, but the director was Chuck Jones.

its a pretty long list..

Nick Goldsmith wrote: its a pretty long list..

Yeah. Just discarding the near death ones, a couple come to mind for drama and timing.

Three of us had just done a new rock route in NC. Late winter, March maybe. We traverse over to the rap lane, which goes down a deep 250' vertical water groove. Mark and I are the old timers and get to the anchor first. Just above us is a 15' vertical step covered with a thick ice curtain and some full length foot diameter icicles, afternoon sun beating on it. Ruh roh. Sporty gets to us, bad ass climber but then still a little green. There's no other good way down and Mark is late to take his family to dinner--priorities you know--so we've already silently made the calculation and tell Sporty, 'Move fast,' and Mark raps off. Then me. Sporty gets to us at the semi hanging anchor in the groove and tries to quiz us on the rush and we're like, 'shut up, move fast'. Another rap and we're to a big ledge where we can traverse left out of the line of fire to the last rap anchor. Sporty's now a little put out with us, starts bellyaching about the rush. I hear a noise up high, turn to him, and say, 'And that's why we were in a hurry' as several tons of ice crashed down the water groove. We hadn't been off it for more than five minutes.

In '07-'08 Called on Account of Rain formed solid right to the ground at the Lake. Always on my bucket list, when I get there I've got a rope (8mm double), but my partner forgot the other one. I think he secretly hoped I'd bail, but I say 'F**k it. We're here. It's in. We're going.' It's a little late to be playing hard at the Lake, mid-Feb,, and the ice is...interesting. (I admired the nice hollow booming sound he made when jeff followed me up P1, the last pitch turned out to be a rope length vertical snow cone). I'm near the top of the first 180' pitch and getting a little flamed, (I've always pooh poohed the idea of a solid sheet of ice being past vertical, but that sure seemed to be just a wee past at that point), so I'm putting in less gear and just going for it, concentrating on making every stick a 'bomb proof, I can belay off this' kind of thing. 25' over the last screw I get one of those, 'meh, it's probably fine', kind of sticks and really too whipped to try again, so I take out the other tool and swing it and I swear it was just about simultaneous that tool one blows just as tool 2 goes 'thonk.' It was like a dead point stick. I only got a little queasy.

Too many others, result of a mis-spent life.

Top of Called is Steep!   top of P1 is pretty darn steep as well....   One of my favorite movie moments is free soling laps on Center Crack @ Deer Leap while the ROTC crew is doing their rapelling class just climbers left of me. 70 cadets complete with Gunny Hartman and cadre screaming full volume.  I am cruising off 10 laps for 750ft of climbing in an hour when one of the junior NCO's asks very politly. " Sir, don't you care about your family"  My answer was " I am a lot safer on my solo circuit than you guys are rapelling"...…...

Having an after work beer at the restaurant/ bar that I worked at for 20 something years. Woman falls through 4 bar stools while projectile vomiting several gallons of chardoney all over the place. My good fried Bud looks at me and casualy proclaims " well, there goes my classy wife"

Decked from 25’ and sent the route an hour later. Basically jackass 3.0

Hobo Greg wrote:

Interesting note, no matter what is on the screen, they use a red tailed hawk as the sound.

For a brief while I took an interest in movie effects and props because of one of my coworkers, and it's funny how some things get re-used a lot. It wouldn't surprise me at all if it's even the same sound clip of a red-tailed hawk.

There are tons of sounds that you'll notice are reused all over the place if you're paying attention. Some I've noticed are: tire screeches when a car peels out, walkie-talkie sounds at crime scenes, the clink of glasses at the beginning of a bar scene--these are almost always the same sound clip. This is even more true for TV than for movies, probably because budgets are lower.

My favorite fact is: in the Fight Club scene where Marla and the narrator are talking, it's cold so their breath is steaming--the CGI for that was expensive to make so they reused the CGI from Titanic for a nominal fee.

David Kerkeslager wrote:

For a brief while I took an interest in movie effects and props because of one of my coworkers, and it's funny how some things get re-used a lot. It wouldn't surprise me at all if it's even the same sound clip of a red-tailed hawk.

There are tons of sounds that you'll notice are reused all over the place if you're paying attention. Some I've noticed are: tire screeches when a car peels out, walkie-talkie sounds at crime scenes, the clink of glasses at the beginning of a bar scene--these are almost always the same sound clip. This is even more true for TV than for movies, probably because budgets are lower.

My favorite fact is: in the Fight Club scene where Marla and the narrator are talking, it's cold so their breath is steaming--the CGI for that was expensive to make so they reused the CGI from Titanic for a nominal fee.

Whats really interesting is when they re-use sound clips that dont realistically apply in order to pander to the movie-goers subliminal expectations. Like the sound of tires peeling out when a space ship starts going fast,  or the "chuckchuck" of a pump action shotgun before firing a rifle, or better yet a sci-fi ray gun. And any sound at all in space. 

Sorry to be off topic. 

Lead soloed The praying monk on camelback mountain in Phoenix, AZ; helicopter hovering around my elevation, seemingly to watch. 

Bogdan P wrote: Maybe. I've got climbing with gloved hands, dramatic self arrests, near misses with serac falls and explosions among other things. In no particular order:

Had a ski prerelease leading to a head over heals surprise tumble towards a rubble pile at the bottom of the slope. Because it was a fall due to equipment failure I was caught totally off guard. Managed to self arrest in time but not before the axe ricocheted off the snow on the first few attempts and gave me some time to be bewildered and confused by what was happening to me. Seems like every climbing movie has some ridiculously out of control slide towards oblivion that gets stopped at the last minute by a self arrest. No cliff in my case, but I don't know, does that count?

Witnessed a near miss with a serac collapse nearly crushing a soloist. The debris missed him by mere inches. I was 150m away, directly above on an ice route to the left of the serac that the soloist had just rapped (the debris field ended up several times larger than 150m at its widest points, to provide a sense of scale). When the serac began to fall he was coiling his 6mm rap line at the base and as the debris approached he grabbed his rope and pack and glissaded down the slope in the opposite direction as fast as he could. Still was nearly a hairs breadth from death. A similar serac collapse killed 12 climbers 3 years prior in nearly the same spot, so we were all well aware of the severity of the situation. Thankfully there were no climbers on the mountaineering route directly below the serac when it fell this time (all 12 fatalities involved people on this mountaineering route), except this guy who was near the edge to begin with and actually had a fighting chance.

I've done a fair bit of climbing with gloves, sometimes thick (BD enforcers). I've even fist jammed with wool mittens. Whenever I go on an alpine climbing trip now I expect to absolutely trash at least two pairs of gloves on the rock. May seem ridiculous, but when you're moving up mixed terrain you're not going to stop to take off your gloves for a couple of rock moves, and it doesn't always make sense to use a tool. Sometimes you grab the rock with a gloved hand.

Another time I walked into a South Korean Modelling shoot on a glacier. Didn't realize what was happening until I walked through their shot and they started flipping out at us. The model was the only person I'd seen up there not wearing gortex. Instead she had some ridiculous fur coat on. Looked very out of place. Maybe not a movie, but definitely a film shoot and I was literally in it.

Another time I was stuck in a cable car station during a blizzard. I'd just returned from 2 nights further afield where I'd been climbing, but now was at the top of a ski resort and this cable car station was the fastest way to finish the last leg of the hike out, namely a 7500' descent. The blizzard hit just as we reached the station, but after the last car had left, so we stayed for the night. The following morning, before things had cleared up they started doing avalanche control on the ski slopes that surrounded the station. Explosions all around, but the wind was still so ferocious I thought it was boulders being tossed about outside and hitting the structure. Took me a good 15-20 minutes to realize what was happening. I'd gotten word (somehow we had cell data) that the cable cars would run, but if they hadn't, I'd stashed skis at the station and was planning to ski back to town because I had a flight to catch that evening. I'd done the run before and except for a few sections it was pretty mellow so my concerns about visibility and snow conditions were effectively trivial compared to missing my flight. Hadn't even occurred to me that I might get fragged.

Saw an English dude with a French guide another time who was clearly uncomfortable, but getting no sympathy from the Frenchman. The route was a grade III 10a or 5.8, A0 alpine route, that is very popular but has a history of fatalities due to cut ropes. The guide was climbing proficiently in Nepal Evos (4 season ice climbing boots) for no apparent reason. Presumably it makes 10a more sporting. At this particular moment however he was belaying the Englishman across a sketchy traverse off a hip belay and around a rock spike, no other anchor. They're climbing on a very recognizable neon orange rope which I know (and the three other people stuck with me in the traffic jam know) to be a thin 9mm line. When the englishman pulls the last piece of pro near the end of the traverse I start watching very carefully because I've done this route before and I know the next moves are a bit tenuous and if you fall your rope will end up directly over a sharp edge. Of course, he slips at just the wrong moment, falls onto the sharp edge, gets funneled into a chimney and just eats it. His rope drags across the edge leaving behind an orange streak on the rock (don't ask me how this is possible, I don't know, but I also don't know why the this particular make/model of rope looks like it's glowing every time I see it, so clearly I'm ignorant about some rope coloring related things). Somehow the rope doesn't get cut. Myself my buddy, and the two Brits who are watching this (lots of Brits on this route for some reason) are all wide eyed and terrified. French guide is totally nonplussed. His only reaction: "tisk, tisk, tisk, tisk" as he slowly shakes his head and brings up the bloodied englishman on his hip belay/rock spike thing. Thankfully I've generally received better treatment from the French once they realize I'm American rather than English. Still not great, but better than being English.

Don't know if any of this qualifies, but let's see what else people post...

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This one time, at the gym, I took my shirt off with smoldering intensity

Mike Lane wrote: This one time, at the gym, I took my shirt off with smoldering intensity

And Professor Shelley Oberon was like "dayum, thas a man...."

Jake Jones wrote: I had some weird guy wearing spandex throw a ferret in my bathtub once.

Normally in Virginia you have to pay for that sort of thing...

Mike Lane wrote:

TL;DR

Indeed, it was a slow day, but in my defense any one paragraph can also stand on its own.