You’re a Wild One
When I first saw previews for “Wild” starring Reese Witherspoon I wasn’t planning on seeing it at all, but one of my buddies piqued my interest when he saw the movie and it reminded him of me.
I have been called wild more than once in my life, but hiking the Pacific Crest Trail is on my list of things I have no interest in doing. EVER. But I get it. The journey part. It’s all about the journey, right?
As my buddy described it, “It’s like Into the Wild, but with more sex.” Well, that does sound entertaining.
Here’s the synopsis:
“Driven to the edge by the loss of her beloved mother (Laura Dern), the dissolution of her marriage and a headlong dive into self-destructive behavior, Cheryl Strayed (Reese Witherspoon) makes a decision to halt her downward spiral and put her life back together again. With no outdoors experience, a heavy backpack and little else to go on but her own will, Cheryl sets out alone to hike the Pacific Crest Trail — one of the country’s longest and toughest through-trails.”
Unlike most, I wasn’t a fan of Eat, Pray, Love but when I was telling my ma that I loved Wild and she would probably hate it, I described it as a grittier version of Eat, Pray, Love for younger generations.
I love my ma, and she did cool shit like take me to see Pulp Fiction at the indie theater in Texas when I was 13, but she also likes horrible movies. Exhibit A: She just saw the Wedding Ringer and told me she loved it. Yikes. I saw it because I have a free movie pass and thought, why not? Well, because it was a waste of my life that’s why not. When I told her how dumb I thought it was, here was her text:
The music was good??? WTF? And no, Ma, it wasn’t. One mediocre dance medley and my ma thinks it’s a good movie. BAHAHHA!
Although I’ve never been married or had a drug problem, I totally related to this one. I guess my Hawaii walkabout in the summer of 2012 was my version of hiking the PCT. Getting away from the bullshit of your normal life and silencing the noise of other people is so freeing. When you’re left alone with yourself and your own thoughts, it’s so much easier to get in touch with yourself and what you really want.
And I’ll be honest, it was nice seeing Reese, the ultimate girl next door, play a bit of a crack whore. 🙂