If you had me only one movie to watch, I wouldn't hesitate to choose Into the Wild.
Into the Wild
"I want to be so young, clean, so lonely to live. Until the day when he could suddenly disappear on the road without any defense.
From the time when Brett anderson sang the wild ones, Hesse's Carmen de Ching traveled the countryside, Salinger wrote The Catcher of the Wheat Field, and Rimbaud killed himself as a poet and ran to Africa to chase the sun, the deep yearning for the act of non-human things and escape itself became one of all the historical complexes.
The Bible says that man cannot survive alone, and that extreme freedom means extreme solitude. When I repeat this sentence, I think only of the different kinds of loneliness, which is more unbearable, the loneliness I feel in the crowd and the loneliness I feel in the wilderness? When Gu Long's swordsman walked through the hall full of masters with the look of walking in the wilderness, I no longer knew the difference between wilderness and reality, but only experienced the so-called strong, that is, people who could ignore everything they didn't want to pay attention to, and still immerse themselves in their own world without worries.
The truth is that we are not alone only in our own world. But the problem is that we can't survive in a world where we have only ourselves, so we steal life, swallow loneliness alive, but we are stripped alive by it.
We weighed ourselves up and decided to keep our heads down silently, seasoning them with a lot of spiritual food and love beliefs to make it easier to swallow. The legendary figures did not accept such a way of living, they said, even if they could not live, they would live happy.
At the end of the film, it is very educational to say that happiness is only true if it is shared, but I wonder, is it not the beautiful experience brought about by those fleeting encounters that perfectly teaches everyone the meaning of loneliness? A man in a kayak to Mexico, a man walking penniless to Alaska, a man abandoning his family, abandoning his friends, abandoning his love, and pursuing the true meaning of life. Can you imagine?
If you had me only one movie to watch, I wouldn't hesitate to choose Into the Wild. In this film, I see a perfect libertarian suitor, and the protagonist's liberal complex reminds me of che Guevara who rode his bicycle to wander when I was young. In a verse from the poet Baudelaire's The Flower of Evil, "The real journey is for those who go out, who are as relaxed and cheerful as floating balloons, yet they never stray from their destination." I don't know why, they always say let's go on the road. ”
A Chris with a dream of freedom, he left the material world, left this complex society, he burned his own money, donated all his money to welfare institutions, and threw away his car, and made it easy to go to Alaska, a distant and dream land. In contrast to Thoreau's Walden Lake, Chris's is Alaska. As Thoreau said in his Walden, "I didn't fall asleep and make a line of poetry look glorious, I lived on Walden, and there was no closer to God and heaven than here." I am his stone shore, the breeze that sweeps across the center of the lake, in the palm of my hand, his clear water, his white sand, and his deepest spring, hanging above my philosophical thoughts.
At the end of the film, I suddenly realized that "Survival in the Wild" turned out to be a real event, Christopher himself took a selfie in front of the magic bus before dying, it was a cheerful smile, he was smiling so lightly and brightly. My heart grew heavier.
Hats off to Christopher, to Alaska, to Guevara, to Thoreau, to Walden!
In my mind there is a copy of the natural territory of the countryside. The path I envisioned leads to the hills and swamps outside, but also to the inside. By studying the things under my feet, through reading and thinking, I began to explore myself, to the land, and these two explorations merged in my heart in time. My life is confronted with a passionate and stubborn expectation—to forever set aside the thought and everything it brings, except for the most primitive, instinctive desires. Walk into the trail without looking back. Whether on foot, snowshoeing or sleighing, walk into the summer peaks and icy nights. The flames in the snow and the traces of sleigh gliding will reveal my whereabouts. If possible, let them come to me.
—John Haines
《星星、雪、火》（The Stars,The Snow,The Fire)