Into the Wild (film)

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Into the Wild is a 2007 biographical drama film adaptation of the 1996 non-fiction novel of the same name by Jon Krakauer, based on the adventures of Christopher McCandless.

Directed and written by Sean Penn. Based on the eponymous book by Jon Krakauer.
Your great adventure on Alaska. (taglines)

Contents

[edit] Christopher McCandless

  • Wayne. Greetings from Fairbanks! Arrived here two days ago. It was very difficult to catch rides in the Yukon territory, but I finally got here. Picked up a new book on the local flora and fauna. I'm prepared and have stocked all necessary comforts to live off the land for a few months. Might be a very long time before I return south. Just wanted to let you know, you're a great man.
  • Is there anybody here?! Guess not!
  • [to himself while pretending to drive the bus] Hey, listen, old man. Now, don't psychoanalyze me, all right? Shut up. I'm taking you out to where we're going. Where you going? I told you. We're going nowhere!
  • Two years he walks the earth. No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road. So now, after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure. The climactic battle to kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual revolution. No longer to be poisoned by civilization, he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild. Alexander Supertramp, May 1992.
  • [quoting Wallace Stegner] It should not be denied that being footloose has always exhilarated us. It is associated in our minds with escape from history and oppression and law and irksome obligations. Absolute freedom. And the road has always led west.
  • [quoting Primo Levi] The sea's only gifts are harsh blows, and, occasionally, the chance to feel strong. Now, I don't know much about the sea, but I do know that that's the way it is here. And I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong, but to feel strong, to measure yourself at least once, to find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions, facing the blind, deaf stone alone with nothing to help you but your hands and your own head.
  • [talking to an apple] You know, you're really good. I mean, you're like... a hundred, thousand times better than like any apple I've ever had. I'm not Superman, I'm supertramp. You're Superapple. You're so tasty. You're so organic, so natural. You're the apple of my eye.
  • Strong. You can do anything. You can go anywhere. Money, power is an illusion. It's up here. You can be here. Me and you.
  • [quoting Leo Tolstoy] If we admit that human life can be ruled by reason, the possibility of life is destroyed.
  • [in a letter] Wayne. Hate to think of a wild man like you in a cage. Tramping is too easy with all this money you paid me. My days were more exciting when I was penniless. I've decided I'm going to live this life for some time to come. The freedom and simple beauty is just too good to pass up...
  • [to himself while cooking the moose] "Hey, Dad, can I light the barbeque, please, Dad, this time?" "Well, Son, you can go get the lighter fluid." "Come on, Dad. Please, Dad, please?" "Well, why not, Walt? That sounds like a good idea..." "Shut up, Carine! Shut up, Carine! No, Billie. I told you once. Don't make me tell you again. Okay? Okay? You hear me? You hear me, woman? You hear me, woman? Huh? You hear me, woman?" "Sorry. Sorry, Walt. I'm sorry."
  • There was clearly felt the presence of a force not bound to be kind to man. It was a place of heathenism and superstitious rites, to be inhabited by men nearer of kin to the rocks and to the wild animals than we.
  • [quoting Leo Tolstoy] I have lived through much, and now I think I have found what is needed for happiness. A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them. And work which one hopes may be of some use. Then rest, nature, books, music, love for one's neighbor. Such is my idea of happiness. And then, on top of all that, you for a mate, and children perhaps. What more can the heart of a man desire?
  • Where are the fucking animals now? I'm hungry! I'm fucking hungry! I'm fucking hungry!
  • Happiness only real when shared.
  • [quoting Boris Pasternak] For a moment she rediscovered the purpose of her life. She was here on earth to grasp the meaning of its wild enchantment, and to call each thing by its right name. By its right name.
  • [last line] What if I were smiling and running into your arms? Would you see then what I see now?

[edit] Carine McCandless

  • Chris measured himself and those around him by a fiercely rigorous moral code. He risked what could have been a relentlessly lonely path, but found company in the characters of the books he loved from writers like Tolstoy, Jack London and Thoreau. He could summon their words to suit any occasion, and he often would. I forgot to ask what quote he'd have picked for his graduation dinner, but I had a good idea of who the primary target would be. It was inevitable that Chris would break away. And when he did, he would do it with characteristic immoderation.
  • From as long ago as Chris and I could remember, there have been daily bouts of rage in our house. Violence that we were forced to witness. It was very real. But it was also like theatre. They cast us as both judges and the accused. Dad had been the young genius that NASA enlisted to do crucial designs for the American satellite radar systems that would be our answer to the Russian Sputnik. And Mom and he later started up a consulting firm combining her get-up-and-go resourcefulness with his wealth of knowledge. But by the time the company actually made its first million, the careerism and money seemed only to embolden their blindness. I remember the first family meeting to let us in on their plans for getting a divorce. They wanted us to choose which of them we'd live with. We cried our eyes out. The divorce never happened, but the battles and the meetings never stopped. It wasn't very long before Chris and I shut off. We'd say, "Go ahead. Get the divorce."
  • In early September, Mom and Dad got a call from the Annandale police notifying them that Chris' abandoned car had been identified by the Arizona Highway Patrol. A group of rare flower hunters stumbled upon it in the desert. There were no signs that Chris had intended to return to it. But there wasn't any evidence of struggle, either. The police thought Chris had chosen to leave it behind and not that it was taken from him. The initial comfort that gave Mom and Dad quickly turned to the realization that Chris was actually trying not to be found.
  • When a search of tax records revealed that Chris had given his life savings to charity, Mom and Dad became what Dad called "mobilized." They hired a private investigator and notified law enforcement nationwide, determined to track him down. I just figured he'd be with gypsies, far from the eyes of the law.
  • The year Chris graduated high school, he bought the Datsun used and drove it cross-country. He stayed away most of the summer. As soon as I heard he was home, I ran into his room to talk to him. In California, he'd looked up some old family friends. He discovered that our parents' stories of how they fell in love and got married were calculated lies masking an ugly truth. When they met, Dad was already married. And even after Chris was born, Dad had had another son with his first wife, Marcia, to whom he was still legally married. This fact suddenly re-defined Chris and me as bastard children. Dad's arrogance made him conveniently oblivious to the pain he caused. And Mom, in the shame and embarrassment of a young mistress, became his accomplice in deceit. The fragility of crystal is not a weakness but a fineness. My parents understood that a fine crystal glass had to be cared for or it may be shattered. But when it came to my brother, they did not seem to know or care that their course of secret action brought the kind of devastation that could cut them. Their fraudulent marriage and our father's denial of this other son was, for Chris, a murder of every day's truth. He felt his whole life turn, like a river suddenly reversing the direction of its flow, suddenly running uphill. These revelations struck at the core of Chris' sense of identity. They made his entire childhood seem like fiction. Chris never told them he knew and made me promise silence, as well.
  • It would be Christmas in a couple of months, and the last news we'd had was about his car being found. I woke up a couple of days ago, and for the first time, it bothered me that it wasn't only my parents who hadn't heard from Chris. I wondered why he hadn't tried to call in case I might answer. He could've hung up if it wasn't me. Why wouldn't he send a letter, maybe through a friend? It hurt a little, but I told myself it was good. He knew I loved him enough to bear with the not knowing. And it helped me remember that there was something more than rebellion, more than anger that was driving him. Chris had always been driven, had always been an adventurer. When he was four years old, he once wandered six blocks away from home at three o'clock in the morning. He was found in a neighbor's kitchen, up on a chair, digging through their candy drawer. Whatever drawer he was opening now must have something pretty sweet in it.
  • What did his voice sound like now? What would he tell about now? I realized that the words to my thoughts were of less and less meaning. Chris was writing his story and it had to be Chris who would tell it.

[edit] Dialogue

Jim Gallien: [drops Chris off on the Stampede Trail] That's about as far as I can get you.
Christopher McCandless: All right. Thank you.
Jim Gallien: You left all your shit on my dash.
Christopher McCandless: Keep it.
Jim Gallien: Suit yourself.
Christopher McCandless: Thanks again.
Jim Gallien: Hey, hold on a minute. [hands Chris an extra pair of boots] Here, take these. They'll keep your feet dry. If you make it out alive, give me a call. My number's inside the boots.
Christopher McCandless: Thanks.
Christopher McCandless: [reading "I Now Go Back to May 1937" by Sharon Olds] "I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges. I see my father strolling out under the ochre sandstone atch, the red tiles glinting like bent plates of blood behind his head. I see my mother with a few light books at her hip, standing at the pillar made of tiny bricks with the wrought-iron gates still open behind her, its sword-tips black in the May air. They are about to graduate. They are about to get married. They are kids. They are dumb. All they know is they are innocent, they would never hurt anybody. I want to go up to them and say, 'Stop, don’t do it. She's the wrong woman, he's the wrong man. You are going to do things you cannot imagine you would ever do. You are going to do bad things to children. You are going to suffer in ways you never heard of. You are going to want to die' I want to go up to them there in the late May sunlight and say it. But I don't do it. I want to live. I take them up like the male and female paper dolls, and bang them together at the hips like chips of flint, as if to strike sparks from them. I say, 'Do what you are going to do and I will tell about it.'"
Carine McCandless: Who wrote that?
Christopher McCandless: Well, could've been either one of us, couldn't it?
Billie McCandless: Your father and I, we want to make a present to you.
Walt McCandless: We want to get you out of that junker.
Christopher McCandless: What junker?
Billie McCandless: [points at Chris' car] That.
Walt McCandless: We want to buy you a new car.
Billie McCandless: That's right.
Christopher McCandless: A new car?
Billie McCandless: Mmmhmm.
Christopher McCandless: Why would I want a new car? Datsun runs great. Do you think I want some fancy boat? Are you worried what the neighbors might think?
Billie McCandless: Well, we weren't gonna get you a brand new Cadillac, Chris. We just want to get you a nice new car that's safe to drive. And you never know when that thing out there just might blow up.
Christopher McCandless: Blow up! Blow up? Are you guys crazy? It's a great car. I don't need a new car. I don't want a new car. I don't want anything.
Billie McCandless: Okay.
Christopher McCandless: These things, things, things, things.
Billie McCandless: Okay.
Walt McCandless: Everything has to be difficult.
Christopher McCandless: Thank you.
Walt McCandless: [sarcastically] Thank you.
Billie McCandless: Maybe that's not what he means. Maybe he just wants his old car. It's not such a big deal.
Christopher McCandless: Thank you. I just don't want anything.
Rainey: So you're a leather now.
Christopher McCandless: I'm a leather?
Jan Burres: Yeah, a leather tramp. That's what they call the ones that hoof it, go on foot. Technically we're rubber tramps.
Rainey: Because we have a vehicle. [tries to put his arm around Jan] You don't have to push me away.
Jan Burres: Come on, please? Yeah, Alex could have a vehicle as well, but he decided to burn all of his money.
Rainey: And why did you do that?
Christopher McCandless: I don't need money. Makes people cautious.
Jan Burres: Come on, Alex. You gotta be a little cautious. I mean, that book of yours is cool and everything, but you can't depend entirely on leaves and berries.
Christopher McCandless: I don't know if you want to depend on much more than that.
Jan Burres: Where are your mom and dad?
Christopher McCandless: Living their lies somewhere.
Jan Burres: You look like a loved kid. Be fair.
Christopher McCandless: Fair?
Jan Burres: You know what I mean.
Christopher McCandless: I'll paraphrase Thoreau here. "Rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness, give me truth."
Rainey: You're an industrious little fucker, aren't you?
Christopher McCandless: Little bit.
Rainey: It's funny how things happen at particular times. I've loved that woman for a lot of years, bro. But, you know, she's got a story. We've been going through this thing, real quiet. So, when we ran into you yesterday, this thing that we've been going through real quiet, she's talking about it. You know what I mean?
Christopher McCandless: I think I do.
Rainey: You think what?
Christopher McCandless: Well... some people feel like they don't deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps to the past.
Rainey: That's a hell of an insight. Jesus! You're not Jesus, are you?
Christopher McCandless: Look who's talking.
Rainey: You gonna walk across the water and get her back for me, pal?
Christopher McCandless: No. I'm afraid of water. Always have been. Something I've gotta get over sometime though, huh? So, I will swim in it if you'll carry the firewood back to camp.
Rainey: Shit, yeah.
Christopher McCandless: Yeah?
Rainey: Call it carried.
Christopher McCandless: All right.
Christopher McCandless: $2, $4, $6, just put all the money in. I just wanna see everybody going for broke.
Wayne Westerberg: You want to play?
Christopher McCandless: No.
Wayne Westerberg: [to Chris getting dirty while working] What do you think about all this?
Christopher McCandless: I like all this.
Christopher McCandless: Is there a library or bookstore around here where I can get books on hunting and preserving?
Wayne Westerberg: Anything at all to do with hunting or preserving the meat, smoking it, whatever the hell it is, talk to Kevin over there. That's your man. [Kevin gets slapped by a woman] Outdoorsman? What's your fascination with all that stuff?
Christopher McCandless: I'm going to Alaska.
Wayne Westerberg: Alaska, Alaska? Or city Alaska? Because they do have markets in Alaska. The city of Alaska. Not in Alaska, in the city of Alaska, they have markets.
Christopher McCandless: No, man. Alaska, Alaska. I'm gonna be all the way out there, all the way fucking out there. Just on my own. You know, no fucking watch, no map, no ax, no nothing. No nothing. Just be out there. Just be out there in it. You know, big mountains, rivers, sky, game. Just be out there in it, you know? In the wild.
Wayne Westerberg: In the wild.
Christopher McCandless: Just wild.
Wayne Westerberg: Yeah.
Christopher McCandless: Just...
Wayne Westerberg: What are you doing when we're there? Now you're in the wild, what are we doing?
Christopher McCandless: You're just living, man. You're just there, in that moment, in that special place and time.
Wayne Westerberg: Yeah.
Christopher McCandless: Maybe when I get back, I can write a book about my travels.
Wayne Westerberg: Why not?
Christopher McCandless: You know, about getting out of this sick society. Society!
Wayne Westerberg: [coughs] Society!
Christopher McCandless: Society, man!
Wayne Westerberg: Society!
Christopher McCandless: Society! Society!
Wayne Westerberg: Society!
Christopher McCandless: Society, you know! Society! 'Cause you know what I don't understand? I don't understand why people, why every fucking person is so bad to each other so fucking often. It doesn't make sense to me. Judgment. Control. All that, the whole spectrum. Well, it just...
Wayne Westerberg: What "people" we talking about?
Christopher McCandless: You know... parents, hypocrites, politicians, pricks.
Wayne Westerberg: [points to Chris' head] This is a mistake. It's a mistake to get too deep into all that kind of stuff. Alex, you're a hell of a young guy, a hell of a young guy. But I promise you this. You're a young guy. Can't be juggling blood and fire all the time.
Ranger: [while on the phone] Can I help you?
Christopher McCandless: Yeah. If I wanted to paddle down the river, where's the best place to launch out of?
Ranger: Hang on a second. [to Chris] To launch out of? What's your experience level?
Christopher McCandless: Not much.
Ranger: Any? Do you have a permit?
Christopher McCandless: A permit? Permit for what?
Ranger: You can't paddle down the river without a permit. If you want, you can apply for one here, get some experience, and I'll put you on the wait-list. [back on the phone] No, I got this guy in here. We'll figure it out.
Christopher McCandless: There's a wait-list to paddle down a river?
Ranger: That's right.
Christopher McCandless: Well, how long do I have to wait?
Ranger: Yeah, hang on a second. Now, the deal is it's gonna be me and you or it's gonna be me, you and her? [to Chris] Next available is May 17, 2003.
Christopher McCandless: Twelve years?
Ranger: Great. Done. The three of us, then. [to Chris] What's that?
Christopher McCandless: Twelve years? To paddle down a river?
Ranger: Let me call you back. [hangs up the phone] You can do that, or you can join a commercial raft trip, go with a licensed guide. They may have some last-minute cancellations, but that's gonna cost you $2,000.
Christopher McCandless: Thank you very much.
Bull: Show me your face. I never, ever, ever forget a face. If I see yours again, I won't arrest you, I'll kill you. This is the goddamned railroad, and we will do whatever we have to do to keep you freeloaders from violating our liability.
Christopher McCandless: Yes, sir.
Bull: You got any ID?
Christopher McCandless: No, sir.
Bull: Of course, you don't. Last time, my friend.
[while Rainey and Chris are selling books]
Rainey: Hey, you gonna stay with us long?
Christopher McCandless: Well, I'm waiting on a check from my last job to come into Salton City the day after Christmas. I've got to start thinking about getting ready for Alaska. When the sun gets a little lower tonight, I'm going to start a calisthenics routine. After the check comes in, I think I'm gonna try to find some big old mountains I can climb every day until spring comes. I've got to see how far the money's gonna go. I've still got a lot of supplies to pick up before spring. So, I might get another job or I might be okay.
Rainey: Hell, we'd give you a little something for the days you spend in the booth here.
Christopher McCandless: I'm not taking any money from you, Rainey. It's been a real great twist meeting you two. You two look like you're doing good.
Rainey: We are doing good.
Christopher McCandless: Yeah?
Rainey: We're doing real good. Speaking of which, don't you think you ought to introduce yourself to our little Joni Mitchell over there? [looks over at Tracy playing guitar at her trailer]
Christopher McCandless: I...
[Tracy walks over to the booth]
Tracy Tatro: Hi.
Christopher McCandless: Hi.
[Rainey gets up and leaves]
Tracy Tatro: You selling these books?
Christopher McCandless: I am. We are. He was.
Tracy Tatro: [laughs] I like to read.
Christopher McCandless: Do you?
Tracy Tatro: Yeah.
Christopher McCandless: That's good. I heard you play your song last night.
Tracy Tatro: I'm terrible.
Christopher McCandless: You are not terrible. You sing sweet.
Tracy Tatro: Thank you. I was gonna go take a walk to Salvation Mountain. You wanna go?
Christopher McCandless: Okay.
Leonard Knight: A lot of people in the valley just love me a lot. Everybody now, I think, in the whole world is just loving me. And I want to have the wisdom to love them back. And that's about it. So, I really get excited.
Christopher McCandless: You really believe in love then.
Leonard Knight: Yeah. Totally. This is a love story that is staggering to everybody in the whole world. That God really loves us a lot. Does that answer that?
Christopher McCandless: Yeah.
Leonard Knight: Good.
Jan Burres: I was just a couple of years older than Tracy when I got pregnant.
Christopher McCandless: Wow.
Jan Burres: Yeah. Yeah, I thought my husband and I were going to just make peace on Earth and babies and love and stay together forever, and that didn't quite work out that way. He left me. So, I... Anyway, whatever, but I ended up raising Reno on my own. That's my boy, his name's Reno. Then I met Rainey. That was sweet. It was really good for a while. It's just... You know, Reno was a teenager already by then, and he was just on his way to becoming his own man. And I haven't even heard from him in two years. I don't even know where he is.
Christopher McCandless: I hope I get to meet him sometime.
Jan Burres: Do your folks know where you are?
Tracy Tatro: [walks over] Hey, guys? Dinner's ready if you guys are hungry.
Christopher McCandless: Yeah, we are. We're hungry.
Jan Burres: I'll be all right.
Christopher McCandless: You want to come and eat? Or we'll sit here. Because I will sit here with you all night.
[Rainey is helping Chris do sit ups]
Rainey: [looking over at Tracy] That poor girl is about ready to vault herself onto a fence post. And here you are, the monk of Jack fucking LaLanne. So Jan talked to you about Reno, huh?
Christopher McCandless: Yeah.
Rainey: Children can be pretty harsh when it comes to their parents. You planning on seeing yours?
Christopher McCandless: I've only got one plan, Rainey.
Rainey: That would be Alaska?
Christopher McCandless: [smiles] Alaska.
Christopher McCandless: Merry Christmas... [finds Tracy in her underwear]
Tracy Tatro: Come in here. My parents went into town.
Christopher McCandless: No.
Tracy Tatro: Yeah. They went to call my grandma for Christmas.
Christopher McCandless: No, I mean we can't do that.
Tracy Tatro: Why not?
Christopher McCandless: How old are you?
Tracy Tatro: Eighteen... seventeen.
Christopher McCandless: What year were you born?
Tracy Tatro: So, I'm sixteen.
Christopher McCandless: You want to do something together?
Christopher McCandless: You're pretty magic.
Tracy Tatro: [crying] Yeah?
Christopher McCandless: Yeah. And just remember if you want something in life, reach out and grab it.
[Tracy reaches forward and hugs Chris]
Ron Franz: You strike me as a bright young man. Am I wrong about that?
Christopher McCandless: Think I got my head on my shoulders pretty good.
Ron Franz: That's what I mean. Wha- how long you been out here?
Christopher McCandless: Couple of weeks.
Ron Franz: And before that?
Christopher McCandless: A lot of places. Been moving around a lot.
Ron Franz: Well, how old are ya?
Christopher McCandless: Twenty-three.
Ron Franz: Twenty-three years old! Son, don't you think you ought to be getting an education? And a job? And making something of this life?
Christopher McCandless: Mr. Franz, I think careers are a 20th Century invention and I don't want one. You don’t need to worry about me; I have a college education. I’m not destitute. I'm living like this by choice.
Ron Franz: In the dirt?
Christopher McCandless: Yeah. In the dirt.
Ron Franz: Where's your family?
Christopher McCandless: Don't have one anymore.
Ron Franz: That's a shame.
Ron Franz: I spent most of my life in the Army. New Year's Eve, 1957, I was stationed in Okinawa. My wife and son were here in the States just driving down the road and some fella who'd had too much to drink plowed right into them. Killed them both. Now, you might think the last thing I would do in the world is go to the whiskey. But at the time, it felt like the only thing I could do. And I did it hard. But pretty soon I realized I wasn't doing my wife and son any good mourning them with the bottle. So, I pulled myself together and I quit drinking. Cold turkey. So, since all that, this is pretty much me.
Christopher McCandless: Do you ever travel, Mr. Franz?
Ron Franz: No, I can't seem to get too far from my leather. I do a lot of leather engraving. I got a little workshop out in the garage. Between that and my pension, I do pretty well. But every time I think I might take a trip somewhere, I get too far behind on orders and such to consider it.
Christopher McCandless: [showing Ron the stamps on his belt] I went to South Dakota. I worked at a grain elevator for this guy named Wayne. He was a really good guy. So, I took the Colorado River all the way down through the Grand Canyon and did rapids, which is by far one of the scariest things I've ever done. And I took the Colorado down into Mexico, Golfo, where I got stuck. Salvation Mountain. The Slabs.
Ron Franz: What's the "N" stand for?
Christopher McCandless: North.
Ron Franz: Alaska!? Son, what the hell are you running from?
Christopher McCandless: [climbing a hill] You know, I can ask you the same question! Except I already know the answer!
Ron Franz: You do, do you?
Christopher McCandless: I do, Mr. Franz! You got to get back out in the world! Get out of that lonely house, that little workshop of yours. Get back out on the road! Really! You're going to live a long time Ron! You should make a radical change in your lifestyle! I mean, the core of man's spirit comes from new experiences. And there you are, stubborn old man, sitting on your butt.
Ron Franz: Sitting on my butt?
Christopher McCandless: Yeah.
Ron Franz: Ha! I'll show you sitting on my butt! [gets up and follows Chris up the hill]
Ron Franz: I'm gonna miss you when you go.
Christopher McCandless: I'll miss you, too, Ron. But you're wrong if you think that the joy of life comes principally from human relationships. God's placed it all around us. It's in everything. It's in anything we can experience. People just need to change the way they look at those things.
Ron Franz: Yeah, I'm gonna take stock of that. No, I am. I am. But I wanted to tell you something. From the bits and pieces I put together, you know, from what you told me about your family, your mother and your dad. And I know you've got your problems with the church too. But there's some kind of bigger thing we can all appreciate, and it sounds like you don't mind calling it God. But when you forgive, you love. And when you love, God's light shines on you.
[the sunlight begins to shine over them]
Christopher McCandless: [laughs] Holy shit!
Ron Franz: I told you about that language.
[Ron drops Chris off on the side of the road]
Ron Franz: Well, my friend.
Christopher McCandless: Yep.
Ron Franz: I had an idea. You know, my mother was an only child and so was my father, and I was their only child, so when I'm gone, I'm the end of the line. My family will be finished. What do you say... you let me adopt you? I could be, say, your grandfather. [smiles]
Christopher McCandless: Ron... could we talk about this when I get back from Alaska? Would that be okay?
Ron Franz: [crying] Yeah, yeah. We can do that. Yeah.
Christopher McCandless: All right, Ron. Thank you.

[edit] Taglines

  • This fall. Take a journey. Into the beauty. Into the danger. Into the Wild.
  • Lose yourself Fall 2007.

[edit] Cast

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