seriously, how juvenile is this movie? its suuuuuch a bastardised version of the novel. travelling is full of ups and downs its not all whoohoo i’m a greasy mongaloid who’s just a barrel of joyous sunshine. he misses his family. he misses his friends. THROUGH OUT THE BOOK. in fact, i think the only hardship you actually see him face in this movie is at the end — when he fucking dies! gah. “oh no i ate a death root now i miss family .. wahhhhh”. i really can’t bring enough attention to how gluttonously this movie glorifies emile’s “freedom”. his mixed bag of good times and bad were such a quintessential element of the book that to just leave it out is so.. so typical hollywood. so high contrast, black and white with absolutely no dimension.

okay okay so not only that—(not only that!)— some of the scenes, were so painfully cheesy i wanted to hang my head in shame. i couldn’t even look at the screen while he was talking to the camera and eating that god damn apple. yes, you’re starving, we get it. its your own god damn fault that you look like an ethiopian. just eat the apple. enjoy it. stop talking about it. kthnxbai.

really, sean penn? fuck you. this film is a joke. and of course, everyone thinks its the shit because its a little out there for subject matter. i’d take cox’s highway over this movie any day. maybe that says a lot about my personality.