Review: Into the Wild

Have you ever been on a day hike somewhere and some 23-year-old kid comes along who's been out there for five days and is moving twice as fast as you, so you step aside and let him go by? He'll always thank you but he'll never slow down. Isn't he annoying? Well, what if you knew he had had $24,000 but gave it all away to charity and just ran off and bummed rides and meals off of people, plus doing odd jobs for a little while until he felt like quitting? Wouldn't that be even more annoying? But you have to admit, it would be kind of inspiring, too. By the way, if you are that kid, I know you don't mean to be annoying or understand how you're inspiring, but just be aware that you are.

That's what Into the Wild is about. It's exactly like that. The acting is as real as a five-day beard and the look of the film is like a 23-year-old's road trip: All over the map, but gorgeous and memorable the whole way. There are only two kinds of people who should see this movie: young and old.