Sean Penn
Into The Wild

New version of the review of "Into the Wild." I had already understood all these things, I was just waiting for the right moment and someone to whom I could clearly tell them. Thanks to CptGaio for perhaps inadvertently suggesting this thought to me.

I know there are already other reviews about this film, and all comments intended to point this out to me will not be considered.

So, Chris is 22 years old, leads a financially comfortable life, is graduated, and is about to enter the workforce. But something doesn't add up for him. The numbers don't match.

Punching in every day to write paperwork from morning to evening, being closely tied to the stock market's performance, the trend of the moment, car installments, and appliances - are these truly things that require nobility of spirit and freedom of action, or are they things that could be managed just as well by an extremely intelligent and well-trained monkey? An animal kept in check by the master's law, paralyzed by the fear of acting, and perhaps being considered dangerous or crazy and marginalized by society. Linched by other empty beasts whose "work" has sucked out their soul and dignity. "You're worth nothing, work!... But what are you doing, that's not how it's done, this is how you do it, idiot!... I want that document ready on my desk by tomorrow morning, got it, you lazy good-for-nothing?" These must be the phrases echoing in Chris's head at the thought of entering the vibrant world of business. Goodness, it gives me chills... Is it true that work ennobles people? Or perhaps, does it make them slaves?

So what does Chris do? He leaves. For where? He doesn't know. But he goes... Oh yes, he goes. Just look at the self-timed photos available on Google. In which he smiles, showing the world his immense soul. He travels hundreds of kilometers, learning to hunt, not to surrender to fatigue, cold, hunger, solitude, physical and mental suffering.

I read in a book titled "Memories of a Cheyenne Warrior," author a certain Wooden Legs, it's a very simple book that I humbly suggest you read, that it was a custom among the indigenous peoples of North America to send their young ones to spend several days alone in the forest, to gain courage and awareness. To realize the importance and indispensability of participation in human life, which is true freedom.

It is possible that Chris intuited all this but was not capable of rationalizing it, so he followed his instinct, that healthy selfish and unaware spirit that the youngest have. And, reaching the final moments of his life, because everyone knows Chris didn't make it back, he reached the end of his journey, and the beginning of a new one, which unfortunately could not be realized. Life is also death.

"Happiness is only real when shared". Chris set off to escape from himself, and he found himself. To find oneself, must one give up oneself?

It is not work that ennobles man, but simply the awareness of belonging to the human race.

Goodbye and thank you, great Chris, you left as a boy and would have returned as a man. Those who seek will ultimately find.