The Magnum Opus is just kidding around. It doesn’t have a serious bone in its body. It wants to plane across the pow, toss it sideways to brake just before the cliff drop – take it backwards if you like as the flex is symmetrical – bounce off the nearest old-growth bark, tip butter the last berm and gun it to the landing zone where the heli awaits.  We assume there’s a heli involved because if the Magnum Opus doesn’t have its own soft snow to sink into, it’s as unmanageable as a two-year old with a sugar buzz.