First things first, filmmaker Graeme Meiklejohn has a divine mustache. It's somewhere between 80's porn auteur and Orlando Bloom in Pirates of the Caribbean: a little rakish, a little nasty, kind of cuddly, and all business. Meiklejohn brings us along as he and his friends crisscross the Sea-to-Sky Corridor, stopping off at Whistler and Okanagan, for alternate rounds of drinkin' and skiin'. He has a playful, DIY style that evokes the best of both documentary and music video with a dash of high school confessional and it works wonderfully here. There is nothing so enjoyable as the beauty and gusto of youth portrayed beautifully and with dollops of youthful gusto.