Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Not so 'into' the wild
Know that Sean Penn written/directed/noveladapted/inspiredbytruestory/critically asstossed hikingtrip-movie?
I'm sure you've heard of it, it's starring that kid who fucked Jack Bauers daughter in The girl next door. They were even on Oprah promoting the film and she seemed to have ”lohooved it”.
I'm quite positive you've bumped into descriptions like ”life affirming”, ”celebrating the beauty of natures authenticity” or some equally pretentious bullshit? Yeah well, what it's really about is basically a spoiled twenty-something guy who can't cope with the real world and just takes off, into the wild.
This seems like a perfectly good solution if there'd been a huge draft for a nuclear war going down. However, Chris McCandless (played by Emile Hirsch. the fucker, remember?) does it because he feels trapped and unable to fulfill himself in todays urban and commercial ”society”. An environment where noone can call themselves happy in a real sense (the ones that do, are kidding themselves).
Young douche Chris then proceeds to disown his family, change his name to ”Alexander Supertramp” (da hell?) and sets his sights on Alaska, in search of a greater ”truth”.
Sean Penn said to the press a few months ago that he wanted to redefine the question ”what is the meaning of life” and that we instead should ask ourselves what the meaning of death is. (No, I'm not kidding.)
Penn also stated that people who give negative criticism (In general!) or call Chris an idiot only are jealous of his courage.
...Oooh-kay Sean, one question though, shouldn't you be sitting in a van smoking weed, ordering pizza to class or just carelessly pissing of Mr Hand? You see, saying ”you're just jealous!” might have worked at the age of 6 or in some drugdrenched haze, but adults get to criticize each other if they have different opinions. ”Courage” to do what exactly? Leave everyone who cares about you?
This film wouldn't be such a beerbong filled with mammuthjuice to consume if Sean Penn hadn't insisted on being so fanatically convinced of himself and of Mr Supertramps naive "bravery".
Here are two really interesting qoutes from the movie:
”I think careers are a 20th century invention and I don't want one.” - Chris tells an old man who's trying to talk him out of his trip.
What the fuck do you think your individualistic idea of fulfilling yourself by telling everyone to fuck off is? A good old medieval tradition? Written in the constitution? Oh, wait...
”The core of mans spirit comes from new experiences”
Sure, I'm all for meeting new people and going places I haven't been, experiencing DIFFERENT CULTURES.
Where did Chris go och who did he meet? He went on a really long campingtrip to an abandoned ”magic bus” and ate some bad weeds. Shit, even The Fresh Prince went camping in one episode. It's not a lifechanging experience.
Chris then hung out with some stoney (presumably retarded?) dreadlock-kids by a river, a couple of hippieboomers in a trailerpark, Vince Vaughn with a badly faked accent and finally some old man who cried and wanted to adopt him (Da Fuck!?).
Ayway, I don't have to leave all my possessions and put on a fugly beanie to hang out with a bunch of freaks. I just visit a musicfestivals every summer. But I can't say it's made me any smarter or realizing any greater ”truth” than that camping kills people everywhere.
I think you understand what I'm getting at here. Into the wild is nothing more than boomer propaganda, an forcefull attempt to remystify nature and with Sean Penn covering his ears like a baby unless someone tells him what he wants to hear.
Look, why didn't Chris just take a class in basic wildlife survival? Pherhaps he could've avoided death?
No way José. It wouldn't have been for reals, that's why. And that shit's courage. But I have to hand it to the guy, it takes a couple of blue balls of steel to pass up sweaty trailerparksex in the middle of nowheres with a sixteen year old supermodel.