To accept that you live fake life, with fake relations, with materialistic parents and that you won’t put up with that anymore takes guts. Not so much for realizing than but for taking matters into your own hand and to vanish. He went. He didn’t had a direction but his finish was crystal clear. His finish wasn’t in the map but it meant more to him than all Vatikans, Mekas and so on to all the sheep in the world. Thank god he could walk around with that size of his balls, but he did. He took off his mask and became Supertramp. He met not only new world, but new parents, new relations, new values. Fuck. Even when I write and remember back the movie it brings out such a feelings that it’s hard to describe. After watching (even in the middle of it) the film, it just gets you to pack, to say f**k off and vanish. Like he did. But he did it in style. Without cheesy letters, without saying goodbye (which, i think even if he would say to his parent, they wouldn’t notice it because of their fiction of life).
Movie takes you in, movie test you, movie questions but doesn’t answer. For answers there are we. Viewers. Brilliant! Perfect. In style. Into the wild!