All is not well on the hippie front

As a kid, I always prided myself on being a mountain girl, both like and unlike Carolyn Adams. I grew up, for a major part, in what the locals lovingly called mountains but what on the other side of the Great Puddle might be rather more accurately described as hills. When I was little my ideals were wilderness people and wild things in general, with a certain aversion to mainstream society, and as I grew up, this never completely died. Certainly I became somewhat interested in clothes and films and art, but I also became a climber and a fan of transcendentalism. That said, mainstream movies about the wilderness always make me a little sad, because to me it seems like bringing a raw, fringe ideal to the middle of the road in shiny plastic packaging. Into the Wild, which I saw with friends, was no different. It was a good film, an aesthetically pleasing film, but I'm not sure it maintained the ideals that Christopher McCandless believed in, whether he would have been happy with mainstream America getting entertainment out of a glossy version of his dreams. Still, it's worth a view.



The title is taken from an Into the Wild movie quote my friends and I found comical for some reason.