on the way back from our california trip, i watched a film called into the wild. it was wicked, ive always thought of myself as a bit of a wild girl, liking to build teepees and shelters and hunt pheasants with my dad for days in the woods, building fires and fashioning spears and bow and arrows. so when i saw this film advertised i thought it looked good.
i was engrossed the whole time, it really touched me. i felt that i could relate to this guy, i knew why he was doing what he was doing, i felt his elation and sorrow. set mainly in alaska, the scenery blew my mind. when i was little i used to dream of doing something like that, just dissapearing and living like that, living like a bear, a cat, or even a bird. it would be amazing, i know that my parents were close to going to northern canada and building a wooden hut to live in, and part of me wishes they had. but the other half couldnt imagine a life without all the comfort.

watching the film i could feel things stirring, things that i tend to push away and bury so i can get on with my life, thoughts of what we are doing to the world, how are all these amazing places going to survive? thinking about the rainforest and how fast it is receding, polar bears having to make riskier trips just to eat, it scares me and what scares me even more is how little we can do. realistically, flying into LA at night, lights everywhere, motorways stretching across the horizon, it makes you think even if the whole of the uk became completely green, it would make no difference.

this film really stirs up feelings of long ago, wanting to get away and stick a finger up to everything modern. what if one day i manage to put into practise this dream, and i get there and everythings ruined, everythings gone. i wouldnt be able to sit in the middle of nowhere with not a soul for thousands of miles, watching the wild things and learning how to live again.

at the end of the film, when i found out that into the wild is based on a true story, that christopher mccandles was a real person, that he really did it, i cried. i cried like i havent for a long time, i really felt my heart wrenching. luckily the boys were both asleep beside me.
id say to anyone watch this film, i cant believe the effect it had on me, i like the effect and its fired my dreams back up. keep it white trash!!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2LAuzT_x8Ek