Penn needed to let the story speak for itself, but instead I felt him force it down my throat. He should have let the sheer power of nature and the lack of society and industrialization compel the audience, instill awe within us, make us consider our lives in perspective to the nature of our society and the society of nature. Unfortunately, this film felt more like a rebellious teenager, not trying to find himself, not fed up with the crap the world feeds him (so incredibly ironic since this film IS the crap the world feeds you), but just being rebellious for the sake of being rebellious, spewing quotes from renowned authors because he can't think for himself, and running away from his life merely because his parents fought a lot... this reduces McCandless' journey and purpose to almost nothing at all. Once again, a visionary's life reduced to shambles by a unbearably pretentious (I hate this word, but it actually applies here) director... Mr. Penn, if "things" are so unimportant, can I have all your money, sir?
I get the point the movie is trying to make, but Penn undermines everything this story has going for it by shoving it all in our faces instead of letting us discover the wonder for ourselves.
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