Oldie but a goodie.
I really like this movie.
To put it in its straightest of terms, this is a story about survival. Of a man trying to survive.
Through the movie, he survives, he perseveres on the island, beating the odds.
The loneliness, the bleakness, knowing the probability of being rescued gets closer and closer to zero.
HELP being written in the sand, and being washed away, and then the resourcefulness of it all. Figuring out the fire, the tides. Burying his washed up co-pilot. Using the ice skates as axe blades, reusing coconut containers for water storage.
Every night, he looks at the picture of Kelly in her family watch.
Every day, he fights against the elements.
Until this becomes the norm.
He has Wilson, the best rubber ducky pair you could ever ask for.
But Wilson is not the reason for his will to survive? Nobody is going to live for a volleyball.
It had always been Kelly, she was his drive, she was his goal, she was his survival.
Four years. Four years is a long time.
He makes it back, and everything has moved on from him.
He can't sleep in the bed, he needs to sleep on the ground, where he's the most comfortable for the last 4 years.
Kelly, the person that he has been surviving for, moved on. It is not anyone's fault, just as the movie says, she had to. The chances of coming back were close to zero.
He went back and gave her the watch, it was the only reason he would want to meet up anymore. He did get his car back though... not before saying sorry to each other.
"I never should have gotten on that plane. I never should have gotten out of that car."
The rest... I'll let the clips do the talking.
I admit. This got me good.
Conviction is a more directed version of stubbornness.