I have to admit, I was rather blown away by Wild.
Reese Witherspoon wandering around in the bush at first
did not hold that appeal. I have seen Into the Wild and remembered
that film depressed me quite a bit.
Still, the Oscar buzz around this film and a dearth of
other material got to me, and as I hadn’t visited the Paramount for a while, I
thought it was a good opportunity to go.
And, aforementioned, I was not disappointed.
Witherspoon draws on the real life tale of Cheryl
Strayed, a woman plagued by demons and deciding to exorcise them by a
multi-month hike up the western United States. Starting in desert, she
goes up mountains, along rivers, through bush and trudges through snow.
The country side throughout is spectacular, and seeing this alone was enough to
make me want to do the trek myself – not that I could handle one evening out
there without toilet or shower facilities.
Strayed’s tale is told in flashbacks, showing us glimpses
of life with her mother (played by the always luminous Laura Dern) and her
husband and friends, and then cutting back to the hard trudge of the tramping
life, the monotony of camp food and the solitude of the trail. It’s a
tale of ups and downs and, as always, Witherspoon playing a quiet, determined
woman is more than capable of holding the whole film together through her
solid, strong performance.
More surprising is the way the film also messes with
expectations. A young woman alone on the trail would seem to be a target
for all sorts of unwanted male attention, and so almost every male that
encounters her appears at first to be a predator waiting to pounce It is
refreshing and reassuring then that most are honest, decent folks whose
perception as potential criminals is purely what the audience puts on them.
And the trip itself is extraordinary: over 3 months of
hiking, sometimes lacking for food, water and warmth, the occasional warm meal
and “camping ground” for those on the trail, an hilarious encounter with a well
meaning journalist who just doesn’t listen, a stop over in hippie heaven in the
city of Portland and onwards and ever upwards.
The one off note is an incredibly fake fox that finds our
feisty female in the middle of the snow covered mountains, but I later assumed
it could have been some kind of hallucination so absolutely awful the sequence,
so I am going to stick with that interpretation.
Overall though, the film is gritty and hard but ultimately
beautiful and, in its own way, enlightening. Wild doesn’t really
seem to refer to the landscape really. The country side just is. Wild
seems to refer more to Strayed than anything else, and the wilderness seems to
tame her.
Verdict: Witherspoon is amazing in a touching,
beautiful tale that takes its time telling Strayed’s story, walking with a slow
and steady pace. And the trip through Wild and the destination
make it worth the while. 8 Wild Things out of 10.