As with Krakauer (and countless others), the story of Chris McCandless struck a cord in me. I have the book here in my hand. The cover says: In April 1992 a young man from a well-to-do family hitchhiked to Alaska and walked alone into the wilderness north of Mt. McKinley. His name was Christopher Johnson McCandless. He had given $25,000 in savings to charity, abandoned his car and most of his possesions, burned all the cash in his wallet, and invented a new life for himself. Four months later, his decomposed body was found by a moose hunter...
No romance in this flick. Not a single kiss. I applaud the filmmakers for not trying to make their film all things to all people. My favorite shot .. comes early on .. camera slowly zooms in .. .. over reporter's left shoulder, who poses a question. Increasingly the scene becomes muted, dark, shadowy .. until they show only a guy's eye (his right eye), which consumes most of the screen. The man sitting across from the reporter then says, "Okay, turn off the recorder." [Cut to next scene].
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