A chronicle of one woman's 1,100-mile solo hike undertaken as a way to recover from a recent catastrophe.
Director:
Jean-Marc ValléeWriters:
Nick Hornby, Cheryl Strayed (memoir "Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail")Stars:
Reese Witherspoon, Laura Dern, Gaby Hoffmann |Storyline
With the dissolution of her marriage and the death of her mother, Cheryl Strayed has lost all hope. After years of reckless, destructive behavior, she makes a rash decision. With absolutely no experience, driven only by sheer determination, Cheryl hikes more than a thousand miles of the Pacific Crest Trail, alone. Wild powerfully captures the terrors and pleasures of one young woman forging ahead against all odds on a journey that maddens, strengthen, and ultimately heals her.User Reviews
Will Reese Witherspoon
win an Oscar for "Wild" because she overcomes the hardship of wearing a
really heavy backpack for most of the film? I sure as hell hope not, but
she probably will, because Hollywood is stupid. In any case, this movie
was awful, and terrible for women. Wild was by far the worst movie I
saw this year.
In this movie Witherspoon bends from type to portray Cheryl Strayed, a woman dealing with sex and drug addiction and the premature loss of her mother who decides to hike the entirety of the Pacific Crest Trail. I gather Strayed, in real life, is a from-the-earth type. I mean, she has a Bob Marley T-shirt and thinks hiking will solve her problems. She's like the white Oprah, if her advice column is any indication. But Witherspoon, even when acting as Cheryl, is none of these things. This movie proves that Witherspoon couldn't act like a sympathetic character if there was an Uzi to her back. Witherspoon is a sniveling, Flickian, narcissistic bitch, and therefore this so-called story of redemption—Woman Goes on 1,000-Mile Hike to Cleanse Herself of Sins and Find Herself—comes across not as real or raw or uplifting but just another tale of easy blonde triumph.
I'm one of three people I know who liked Eat, Pray, Love. But that's because Julia Roberts crushed that role. That movie was uncomfortable as heck but also very happy and fun. Julia put herself through the meat grinder to do justice to Elizabeth Gilbert. It may be the same meat grinder she went through for every other role she's played, but it's fun to watch every time. I can't say the same for Reese and whatever hippie bulls*** she tried to fabricate for this movie. Her performance, unlike the vistas of the Pacific Crest Trail, was as soulless as a parking lot.
In this movie Witherspoon bends from type to portray Cheryl Strayed, a woman dealing with sex and drug addiction and the premature loss of her mother who decides to hike the entirety of the Pacific Crest Trail. I gather Strayed, in real life, is a from-the-earth type. I mean, she has a Bob Marley T-shirt and thinks hiking will solve her problems. She's like the white Oprah, if her advice column is any indication. But Witherspoon, even when acting as Cheryl, is none of these things. This movie proves that Witherspoon couldn't act like a sympathetic character if there was an Uzi to her back. Witherspoon is a sniveling, Flickian, narcissistic bitch, and therefore this so-called story of redemption—Woman Goes on 1,000-Mile Hike to Cleanse Herself of Sins and Find Herself—comes across not as real or raw or uplifting but just another tale of easy blonde triumph.
I'm one of three people I know who liked Eat, Pray, Love. But that's because Julia Roberts crushed that role. That movie was uncomfortable as heck but also very happy and fun. Julia put herself through the meat grinder to do justice to Elizabeth Gilbert. It may be the same meat grinder she went through for every other role she's played, but it's fun to watch every time. I can't say the same for Reese and whatever hippie bulls*** she tried to fabricate for this movie. Her performance, unlike the vistas of the Pacific Crest Trail, was as soulless as a parking lot.
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