The Holy Mountain (1926)

This is not the Jodorowsky cult pic of the same title, but a German silent which has its own place in cinema history.  Back in the late 20s/early 30s, the Germans thrilled to a series of mountain-climbing movies of which this is one of the first.  While it would be notable in itself for the spectacular photography, its real claim to treasured-status is as an early starring role for Leni Riefenstahl, later known as the "Fuhrer's Filmmaker", infamous for her Nuremburg and Olympics documentaries -- both brilliant in their perverseness.  Here she plays a dancer who is loved by two mountain-climbing friends;  when the elder believes (incorrectly) that she is dallying with the younger, the pair go off on an impossible climb in inclement weather.   The mountains have a mystical meaning here as some sort of metaphor for friendship and loyalty which adds to the weird but dated feel of the story.  Incidentally Riefenstahl, who is no beauty, dances only slightly more appealingly than a pregnant hippopotamus (or maybe that's being just a little bit unkind) and we are treated to an inordinate number of her performances.