I didn't even want to watch it, but I was peer pressured into watching Into the Wild with Bill.
I don't like the idea of being alone in the wilderness. The idea of wandering off into the wilderness is about as foreign to me as reading Chinese or understanding physics. Plus it scares the bejezuses out of me.
Bill read Krakauer's book years ago and really liked it and was excited to see the movie. I told him he was on his own. I wasn't interested.
Turns out I was wrong. This story is so interesting.
Of course the movie takes some liberties and there is some conjecture about the events at the end of the story, but the story is so compelling, I couldn't not watch.
I'm always so surprised when my initial visceral reaction to something is so very wrong.
But then again, being wrong is something that I've grown used to.