einen langer artikel über sean penn gibts hier. unten kann man weiterdrücken bis seite 6...
http://www.esquire.com/features/seanpenn0907und hier ist der eddie part des berichts, nicht viel aber immerhin:
"....Yet the movie -- I shit you not -- is better, a fearless, full-hearted beauty. Penn wrote it big, shot it epic -- spacious skies, fruited plains and amber waves of grain, and, in all her fearsome majesty, Alaska -- got Eddie Vedder to cough up an open-road opera, and gave Vince Vaughn a few precious minutes to hot-wire the whole operation, in return for which Vince gave Sean something missing from his prior movies: fun.
But what lifts Into the Wild to greatness is the no-name who plays the dead kid -- Emile Hirsch. It's a game physical performance -- he's visibly skeletal by movie's end -- but that ain't half its depth. On the page, McCandless is framed by irony and the author's judgments; on the screen -- Hirsch is there almost every second -- he's an immense spirit, overflowing with joy. And Penn never judges or distances himself; he celebrates.
Early on, here is Hirsch hunkered on the sun-dazzled roadside, munching an apple, goofing.
"You're really good," he tells the fruit, his voice throaty with lust and rising in beatific wonder. "You're like a hundred, a thousand times better than any apple I've ever had. You're a super apple. You're so tasty. You're so organic. So natural. You're the apple of my eye."
Then, with the camera already tight on him, he crooks his starry-eyed mug right into the lens, grinning madly. And as Eddie Vedder's jet-engine roar torques into a "gonna rise up" lyric, well, good gosh, you'd have to be a golem not to feel goosebumps and some kind of love. Which means you'll likely sniffle come the end.
And what beyond that you'd ever ask of any movie, screening or not, I surely don't know...."