3 reasons you should see the movie Wild (if you’re a writer)
Many books are made into movies, but most movies aren’t very good. Movies are hard to make, period. Even with a great book (Wild is based on the memoir of the same name) it’s hard to transfer what makes the book great into a different medium.
For any writer, or reader interested in memoir and storytelling, I recommend going to watch Wild, staring Reese Witherspoon. Here’s why:
- It’s a film told from a woman’s perspective. Half our species are women, despite how rarely they are central, or even peripheral (see Bechdel test) to the plots of films. And despite the ads for the movie, the protagonist is not simply a “confused young person on a journey”. She’s well portrayed as a smart, passionate, creative, sexual and more than anything, interesting as a person. There is a fully realized human being at the film’s center – how often can you say that about any book or film?
- Visual memory as storytelling. I won’t go into detail which might ruin your experience, but the film bets on a very different way to explain the main character’s thoughts and memories. The approach they take is closer to the actual experience of memory and thought, as best we understand it today through science (and through art). Even if you don’t like it, it’s brave and unusual for a major film to use this approach.
- Non-traditional story arc. The word verisimilitude means the appearance of being true or real, and the shape of the narrative of the film is unusual, but possibly more realistic in how we experience and tell stories. As a film that centers on a long hike there are many easy cliches to fall into, and Hollywood travel films often gleefully jump into them. The construction of the story itself is more challenging than I expected and I appreciated this while watching the film, and even more so, after it was over.
I read many memoirs and wrote one recently – if you’re interested in personal non-fiction, even as a reader, you should see the film. I haven’t read the book itself, so can’t comment on how they compare.
I’m the opposite: yet to see the movie, but I enjoyed the book for being real.
Say, I think you would like how she self-promotes well on the web.
I probably enjoyed Wild more because Cheryl had first self-disclosed in her essays-to-give-advice column collection, Tiny Beautiful Things. I really liked that collection, and I was sorry when the book ended.
Before that, a local writer-blogger, Carrie Mumford, had told me she likes Strayed’s essays. But alas, the only collection I could find was Tiny Beautiful Things. I did find that she edited Best American Essays 2013.
I just watched the movie. It was well done but I struggled with it because it was so intense. Just about every man that she meets on the trail is a borderline rapist or, at a minimum, a general creep.
Still, I agree with your assessment. Far too few of these movies get made. I know that this is why Reese Witherspoon started her own production company.
The creepy vibe was interesting in that as a man I have far less fear about doing a solo trip like this, but I found it believable that there would be so much of this. It was a reminder of some of the privilege I forget about.