Into the Wild

I saw Into The Wild this weekend, something I’ve been waiting for the past month to do. I’ve even delayed my reading of the book for this, like I can add anything more to my reading schedule anyway.

Despite some wonky editing and amateurish directing moves by Sean Penn, I liked the film. There’s something about movies like this, movies that make you question you’re whole life…what you’re doing, where you’re going, etc. I like these movies. Thinking about your future and that you’re unhappy and that you desperately want things to not an easy thing to do. It’s not fun, but it’s necessary. Analyzing yourself and your existence is important, and it’s movies like this that make you confront such topics. 

I’ve told this story a million times to friends, but I’ll share it with you. Driving across this country a year and half ago was one of the happiest times of my life. It was only four days, but those were four days filled with nothing but a sound piece of mind. I was by myself and I loved every second of it. I had no obligations, no set routes. I didn’t even know what route I’d take from Chicago until the morning I left. Northern or Southern. I flipped a coin, flipped the ignition ad left. I’d look at a map, say I wanted to go there and I went. Drove till I almost fell asleep. Stayed at dingy motels, ate at shitty dinners. Went to a bowling ally in the middle of Nebraska where I saw fights break out between people because that’s just what they do on a Saturday night. I just drove, drove, drove. Slept. Woke up, pointed to another place on the map. I want to go there. Set the GPS and roll out. 

I keep on thinking of those four days and why I was so happy, and even to this day I really have no idea. Was it because I was starting a new life out in LA? Was it because for those four days I had absolutely zero obligations other than to move West? Was it because I was truly by myself and truly didn’t really care? The weirdest part was that nothing extroidinary happened on the drive. I didn’t meet any cool people, didn’t see any site that blew my mind. 

I have no idea. It’s something I’m still trying to figure it out, and know that eventually I’m going to have to get back on the road if I want to make sense of any of it. 

When I see movies like Into The Wild it brings back all these feelings of that drive and how I felt during that time.  Even though my drive was a far, far, far, cry from anything that happened in the movie, it makes me very nostalgic for that time and place and I can’t wait to do it again.  

Two quick things about the movie"

*What was with the ugly as hell title sequence? Don’t get that one.

*Eddie Vedder wrote the whole soundtrack, and it’s one of the best soundtracks I’ve heard in a very long time. I can’t remember like Eddie Vedder  this much. His voice and songs just have this rustic quality that makes this music perfect for the movie. Awesome choice. 

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