I cannot heap enough criticism on this movie to satisfy the contempt I have for it. I don't think I've ever disliked a film this much in my reasonably extensive film viewing history.
From the yacht trip (the owner of the vessel is 'returning to his home' in Patagonia) to picking up the native girl on Easter Island, to the various scruffy wanderers that they collect on the way, the story is contrived and painfully scripted. If this was a Hollywood fiction, people would reject the story as ridiculously forced and simplistic, fitting within the writers vary basic understanding of exposition. It seems that this lies somewhere between that and a documentary, to the total detriment of the film. This film stinks of having a script that the filmmakers set out to follow: a wanderer gives up everything, takes a boat trip to meet some 'old friends' in south america, gets sidetracked, meets a beautiful native girl, and climbs an insanely difficult mountain with little experience. Unfortunately for the film makers reality is harsh, and the scripted nature of the film comes through when the plot frays at the edges: the mysterious friends don't show up on time, they can't make the summit, etc. Literally ever part of this film seems forced, and should have been a red flag to scrap the project from the start.
The Billionaires and their Kipling-esq goal of 'saving these savages':
The idiocy and outdatedness of their perspective on how to save the native peoples from themselves and from the big, bad, western world is so painful and aggravating that I can barely write this without just swearing, pounding the keyboard and giving up. The storyline of this film is punctuated with interviews with rich white people on how this country needs to be saved from development, with ridiculous mullings of their duties as good Buddhists to 'end the suffering'. Unfortuantely, the only time they actually ask any of the people who's country it is (native gouchos who used to ranch on the bought-up land) how they feel about these strange rich people's attempts at saving them, the response seems forced and almost under duress. These people and their goals are arcane, and reek of an 19th/early 20th century motivation to civilize these barbarians, that the white man knows better, and is here to save the day.
On second thought, I recommend seeing this film, to experience the worst 'documentary' ever to be taken seriously.
Edit: The lack of cohesion in my post stems from my boiling anger over how bad this film was. Sorry folks.