It’s not often I see a film that I am glued to for the duration.
But this one, yep, it had me.
I had partially read the book but ended up seeing the film before finishing it.
Reese Witherspoon is great and plays the introspective troubled soul perfectly. Loved the way she portrays brokenness and fragility against the grit and strength it would take to complete the Pacific Coast Trail.
There are gems of wisdom all the way through which almost made me want to pause the film and soak it in.
Here is my favourite:
“It was all unknown to me then, as I sat on that white bench on the day I finished my hike. Everything except the fact that I didn’t have to know. That is was enough to trust that what I’d done was true. To understand its meaning without yet being able to say precisely what it was, like all those lines from The Dream of a Common Language that had run through my nights and days. To believe that I didn’t need to reach with my bare hands anymore. To know that seeing the fish beneath the surface of the water was enough. That it was everything. It was my life – like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me.
How wild it was, to let it be.”