‘Free Solo’ climber explores limits of human achievement

into something altogether deeper.

The film is a drug. It causes your pupils to dilate, your palms to sweat and your mind to boggle. Even as you know that Honnold is going to make it to the top, you can’t believe what you’re seeing — a young man, millimeters from extinction, transforming the unthinkable into the sublime. “Free Solo” is 97 minutes long, and if you could hold your breath the whole time you probably would.

But the thrills of the movie turn out to be incidental to its real purpose, which is less about climbing than it is about living. Honnold, it turns out, isn’t simply the most accomplished rock climber of our time. He also has a first-rate mind, capable of thinking through both the minute choreography of his moves across the wall as well as the basic questions of his time on earth.

Questions like: Should long life be a goal of life? What about happiness? If not happiness, what about excellence? If excellence, what (if anything) should we sacrifice in its pursuit? Love? And when does the pursuit of excellence become mere recklessness?

Honnold has plainly given the questions serious thought. “Anybody could conceivably die on any given day,” he says philosophically. “Soloing just makes it feel much more immediate and present.”

It is that presence and immediacy that makes free soloing so appealing to Honnold and his peers.

In free soloing, every move counts. No decision is inconsequential. There is no cushion, no second chance, no helping hand. The only route to safety is through the relentless disciplining of body, mind, uncertainty and fear. In a world of B.S. artists — and in a country led by one — Honnold is modeling something else, a kind of radical truthfulness. Either he’s going to get it exactly right, or he’s going to die.

How Honnold gets it exactly right is the real heart of “Free Solo” and why the movie is worth studying. Honnold is not a thrill seeker. He’s a perfectionist who understands that the achievement of one supreme thing depends on the mastery of a thousand small things. Much of the perfectionism seems to come from his mother, Dierdre Wolownick, a retired French professor for whom, as Honnold puts it, “good enough, isn’t.”

But it’s his mother who also best understands why her son constantly puts his life at risk. “When he’s free soloing is when he feels the most alive, the most everything,” she says. “How can you even think about taking that away from somebody?”

I’m not sure there are many parents who would say the same thing. Why can’t Honnold put life’s normal fulfillments — his relationship with his lovely girlfriend, Sanni McCandless, for starters — ahead of his seemingly lunatic ambition to achieve something of no obvious utility? Isn’t he merely selfish?

You can’t watch “Free Solo” without wondering about all this. And yet. On June 3, 2017, Alex Honnold free-soloed the Freerider route of El Capitan in three hours and 56 minutes. It wasn’t an act of recklessness but of the kind of planning worthy of a moon landing. It wasn’t an act of selfishness but an extraordinary gift to everyone who believes that the limit of human achievement is far from being reached.

It wasn’t a useless stunt but a reminder that utility alone is a poor way to measure the grandeur of one man’s spirit.

Go see the movie. You’ll see what I mean. And you will be grateful that Alex Honnold is here.