My mother used to say something that drove me nuts. There is a sunrise and a sunset every day and you can choose to be there for it. You can put yourself in the way of beauty.
First of all, let me just say, the first 10 minutes of Wild are just a all lot of moaning (more or less like the rest of the movie), but, outside your living room/room/wherever you’re seeing this, it’s just going to sound like you’re watching a whole lot of porn. You have been warned. And you’re welcome. Now, “you can put yourself on the way of” Reese Witherspoon’s insistent moaning, and that’s exactly what I did. And, surprisingly, I don’t regret that decision.
But let’s be honest here, for a moment. This biographical adventure/drama adaptation of Cheryl Strayed’s 2012 memoir Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail is basically a combination of two extremely repetitive sequences: Reese Witherspoon hiking and Reese Witherspoon having tones of a sex. Really. If she’s not hiking, she’s fucking (not that I have a problem with that, it actually sounds like a very active lifestyle, if she wasn’t also addicted to heroin through it, she would be making pretty solid choices in life).
By this point you might be thinking “Well, that sounds boring as hell”. YES! It does. And that is why it took me so long to find the will power to press play on this movie. Hiking? 1001 miles? Who wants to watch that journey come to life? Just the idea of it leaves me exhausted. But, surprise, surprise, this is oddly satisfying for what would seem like a boring-ass movie. True story.
Now, I’m not saying everything is a win in Wild. The visual aspect of it, despite ending up making a pretty movie, it’s not that pretty, at least not as beautiful as I’m guessing shooting real, neatly preserved wild american trails would be. There are some cute moments, sunsets and shit, snow and pine-trees, but that’s about it (plus that terrible excuse for a fox). The thing is, I’m guessing that’s also the point here. Because this movie is hardly about the beauty of nature itself, as she says, as her mother said, it’s mostly about the way she puts herself in the way of beauty. Meaning, the trail could potentially be breathtakingly beautiful, but that’s not the point, because that’s not her journey. And we’re here for her journey.
And, although it could fall on a bunch of broken girl type clichés, this movie doesn’t. Her trip is roar, it’s real, there’s very little glamour to it, it’s dirty (pun intended) and sweaty and painful (much like her sex life as shown, I know, terrible joke, sorry, to everyone involved, really).
I went into this expecting to get justifications to question the hell out of Reese Witherspoon‘s nomination for the Academy Awards. I can honestly say, I failed. Her performance is good. It’s not life changing (at least, it wasn’t for me, but, whatever rocks your boat). It’s discreet, it fulfills its propose, it’s emotional, but still functional, it’s good. Just that. It’s pretty good.
Then there’s Laura Dern, as spot on as Laura Dern normally is. So, we have that too. But, this is mostly Reese’s show. And one little kid named Evan O’Toole, seriously, that kid is unbelievably adorable, I have no words to describe how freaking cute he is. This child just shows up in this perfect point in the movie, when you’re starting to get tired of all this hiking and all the bugs and the rain… And, out of nowhere, a llama. Really, brilliant move.
So, basically, Wild gets a slightly surprised thumbs up. What did you think of this movie?
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