"nothing which they purpose to do will be impossible for them "
Nothing invokes the necessity of quoting a 2000 year old sheepskin, and thereby invoking the appeal to belief in The One True Right Honorable Left Grand Mighty God, Esquire, like seeing a skilled homo sapien in his prime converting potential energy to kinetic energy and back again while conserving angular momentum while exploiting friction to maintain mass balance over a fulcrum while using a machine of lightweight modern materials.
Can I believe my eyes? Sure. The end of a corporate sponsorship is product or service placement. The means by which the viewer is to be lulled into an identification with the product (Red Bull or Remington) is to capture in extreme verisimilitude the best of the best of the best individual painstaking takes, and synthesize the pretense that it was the only take required, using a lullaby ballad of some contemporary apostles of the casual, and using camera jibs, booms, and cranes to produce a surreal dislocating flotation of spirit, while staging the feat in a picturesque locale that ports some historical mythos while also offering a challenging arena for displays of man versus nature that supercede and therefore leverage and appropriate that mythos. If I hear someone portraying something arduous (amazing physical prowess) by something casual (ballad), my suspiscion is triggered that something is being sold. What I do not trust are my ears.