Making any movie is like trying to paint and write, telling a story and sending a message, on the sides, roof and undercarriage of a moving train. Once that train has left the station, you’re kind of at the mercy of a lot of things you don’t control.

That is especially true of documentaries, where a tiny crew often signs on, devotes months and even years to capturing a piece of reality and the human experience, only to have “real life” and real events just blow up around you and ruin the planned film.

I’m not sure where in the process of documenting “Beyond the Raging Sea” filmmaker Marco Orsini (“Dinner at the No-Gos,” “The Reluctant Traveler”) got involved. My guess would be well after the events chronicled here. That kind of makes his collusion in this dubious enterprise all the more contemptible.

Two entitled young, cosmopolitan Egyptians — “seven peaks” climbed, “both poles” visited “extreme adventurer” Omar Samra, and professional triathlete Omar Nour — decided to train for and join a cross-Atlantic rowing race. They didn’t know how to row, didn’t have any experience at sea or the navigation or even survival skills required for such an undertaking.

It goes about the way you’d expect.

They say, in this documentary, that they were trying to “raise awareness about the plight” of Meditteranean refugees, desperate people who pay sketchy intermediaries to get them from Africa or the Middle East on boats that no one who knows boats and who wasn’t desperate would willingly board.

I’m not sure when these “bros” made the idiotic connection of their “adventure sport” and near-helpless refugees. There is nothing about “the cause” emblazened on their 7 meter (23 foot) blue water rowboat, with its DHL, whisky and O2 logos in plain sight. Wait — there it is, in teeny-tiny letters #rowing4refugees.

In any event, in “Beyond the Raging Sea,” their assertions and the film’s third act connections to “refugee” experiences comes off as tone deaf as a lifelong con artist comparing himself to Nelson Mandela. Yes, what they experienced was perilous. But it was SPONSORED peril.

We hear other rowers talk of the team’s disastrous “practice” rows, which end in with them requiring rescue. There is no film footage of that, just of these two practice rowing on the River Nile.

Eight days into their participation in a mass Canary Islands to the Americas race, their boat capsizes, something that happens to even the most experienced who attempt something that daunting. And again they require rescue.

We hear them relating this harrowing misadventure, with the more gregarious Nour “performing” their fears and struggles, aided by a little animation to flesh out the cascading cluster-felucca of things that went wrong. And there’s some footage of their actual rescue.

But bros, seriously. Here’s how you’re different from Sudanese, Ethiopians, Syrians, Kurds or whoever fleeing conflict, climate crisis-worsened droughts and the like. There was an entire team of concerned, paid professionals tracking you, redirecting help for your rescue, welcoming your survival.

Ask anybody in a camp in Greece, Spain, Cyprus or Italy how that compares to their experience of “those in peril on the sea.” Then hang your heads in shame and flee to the safety of your Everest-climbing, Iron Man in Hawaii community.

Every non-profit trying to aid refugees is desperate for attention, funds and public empathy. But anybody tying their cause to this film should check themselves.

And everybody who made “Beyond the Raging Sea” should run from this “credit” on their resume the rest of their entitled, tone-deaf lives.

Rating: unrated

Cast: Omar Nour, Omar Samra,

Credits: Directed by Marco Orsini, scripted by Frederick L. Greene and Marco Orsini. A Cinema Libre release.

Running time: 1:10