sure it was kind of silly of this kid to do what he did, but the spirit of the journey and the character study is truly compelling. if you've read the book, you'd know that this kid actually had a pretty good plan in mind and was more or less prepared for his little undertaking.
he was doomed by mother nature's folly, something that he could only have seen coming had he known a lot more about the area he was traveling in.
but it awakens a feeling and an emotion that every person must have at one time in their life. it's a very cool trip, something that we all wish we could sometimes; cut the ties to our responsibilities and petty attachments to the creature comforts of the 21st century, set out on our own and explore our limits, get in touch with a state of mind that 99% of humans today have forgotten. get away from ringing phones, computer screens, ATM's, hell get away from money and people and material crap.
It's adorable that you think this way. The kid was an idiot, flat out. He had a good plan in mind, but still, despite his hitchhiking travels, was inexperienced and not very knowledgeable about what he was doing. If he had gone for a month and died, it would have been a fluke, but as it was, it was surprising he lasted as long as he did. And is it really so much to ask to know about the area you're trying to live off the land in?
So this whole task is because he's created this idea that he has to get away and that only nature and separation can bring "true" knowledge. And while he comes to some realization later that this is the stupidest thing ever, there is never, really, the awareness that modern life isn't really that much different from the more "natural" life, only the details have changed, really, and the distractions are different. There are laid back people who live with technology and laid back people who live in nature and stressed as hell people with technology and stressed as hell people who live off of nature. The separation of the two as binary opposites is an understandable, but stupid, idea. I'm going to quote a section from Italo Calvino's
Invisible Cities, a painfully odd book that is glorious and smart.
In Maurilia, the traveler is invited to visit the city and, at the same time, to examine some old post cards that show it as it used to be: the same identical square with a hen in the place of the bus station, a bandstand in the place of the overpass, two young ladies with white parasols in the place of the munitions factory. If the traveler does not wish to disappoint the inhabitants, he must praise the postcard city and prefer it to the present one, though he must be careful to contain his regret at the changes within definite limits: admitting that the magnificence and prosperity of the metropolis Maurilia when compared to the old, provincial Maurilia, cannot compensate for a certain lost grace, which, however, can be appreciated only now in the old post cards, whereas before, when that provincial Maurilia was before one's eyes, one saw absolutely nothing graceful and would see it even less today, if Maurilia had remained unchanged; and in any case the metropolis has the added attraction that, through what it has become, one can look back with nostalgia at what it was.
The idea here being that the look back at what was is the pastime of the foolish because what was never was, but is only an imaginary nostalgia and what is is not worse, but is only the perception that the past must have been better and therefore the present must be worse. It is this logic and knowledge that is never gained by the poor, ill-fated kid who merely pieces together that solitary living is lonely and doesn't quite make it to the idea that the stuff he grew to so hate was just stuff and that it is people who matter most and there are people that matter to you and people that don't matter to you and there are people that hurt you and people who help you and all of the things he was "escaping" were really just incidental to the idea. The idea being the important thing.
Oh crap, this is movies watched and I'm getting all annoyed about pseudo philosophy in people who get themselves killed doing stupid things.
Rewatched
Iron Man 9/10 The plot holes become pretty apparent (Jeff Bridges kills tony...why? He creates weapons, sells them and doesn't object until AFTER he's been killed), but it is nevertheless fun, funny, smartly crafted and a great, great ride.
Taxi Driver 7/10 I'm ashamed to admit that I had never seen this before. There were so many great plot elements that were fantastic, the creation of a new New York and a new American character and the fractured sense of self that comes out of that and the need to control that in some way--manifest variously through the constant working, the buying of guns, working out, then using the guns. Unfortunately, this idea of controlling our surroundings and our fractured world is an insane one, as we cannot truly, and this pushes Travis over the edge and then, hilariously, he's billed as a hero by this desperate, silly system. All that was golden. What was annoying is the primitive cinematography and the glacial pacing and the sound. Look, I know it's frowned upon to criticize great ideas, but I'm a form+content person myself.
~Jason