I wasn't going to see this movie, or read this book. Even though I love Reese Witherspoon. And I didn't. At least until it was streaming into my living room. I liked it. I will probably watch it again, even though I wish there was more backpacking in it. More scenery. More breathing in of the outside. More zooming in on her face at the finish. But maybe finishing the PCT is like finishing your M.S., anti-climatic. You are just done, you just finished something big. Must keep going...
Like the end of the movie Big Night, when they start making breakfast. Because what else is there when you have just lost most everything and it is morning?
I have a love-hate relationship with books and movies about incompetent hikers. I am so over it. I am not an incompetent hiker. I started backpacking when I was 11 years old. I remember the first time I peed outside it was into my sock. That was a bummer. But I laughed at myself then. It was not bumbling enough to turn into anything more than an amusing short story for a writing class, which I never did. But when I go back to school...
So, this isn't a movie about hiking, and maybe that is why it was able to become a movie.
It is interesting to see how other people get through challenges in their lives. In this case the PCT is tool to work through emotional trauma, not the challenge itself. And maybe that's why I will watch it again.
Or maybe it's just the dutch guy?
The dutch guy is this actor.
His name is Michiel Huisman, and I first noticed him in Treme.
Or maybe it's just that I love Reese Witherspoon since The Man in the Moon?
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