We watched this movie last weekend. It's a true story, screenplay adapted from a book written about a young, intelligent, accomplished idealist, fresh out of college, who went to find himself in the Alaska wilderness and died there.
I read the book a few years ago, I frankly can't remember when. I do remember enjoying it. Maybe enjoying isn't the right word. It's such a tragic story when looked at in it's entirety, but somehow inspiring in areas.
The movie, directed by Sean Penn, was really well done. Eddie Vedder of Pearl Jam sings the sound track, and it's just as haunting as the story.
I'm trying to figure out why it is sticking so deep with me. It may be that I'm listening to the soundtrack, bringing back scenes and emotions from the movie. It may also be that the story includes the agony of the protagonists' parents as they lose him first to his wanderings, and then his death. Obviously the circumstances differ from my own, but the similarities remain.
Or it may be that I'm not too old to remember being that idealist, that age and station in life where I, wearing my insecurities like a suit of armor, was so damn sure of myself that I can understand why Chris did what he did. Didn't we all feel that way? Didn't we all do stupid things, sure that we were right in doing them?
I worry about my girls. Chris didn't mean to die, he was just stretching his wings. But I guess this something that we all go through, part of becoming an adult.