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All the Wilderness | Review

Wild at Heart: Johnson’s Solipsistic, Sincere Coming-of-Age Drama

Michael Johnson All the Wilderness PosterInitially titled The Wilderness of James when it premiered at the 2014 SXSW Film Festival, Michael Johnson’s directorial debut has been re-titled All the Wilderness, perhaps in an effort to extend its poetic fascination with death into a more universal realm. But the wilderness is a place “where all things go to live…and to die,” our protagonist narrates to us, quoting wisdom from his deceased father, who instilled in his son that ‘each man’s wilderness is his own,’ before he committed suicide in front of his kid. Johnson’s narrative remains a very singular narrative about how tragedy has irreparably tainted one particular adolescent’s coming-of-age tale, which is, for all intents and purposes, otherwise quite uneventful. But Johnson relates how a father’s actions have created toxic ripples within his son’s life. Though performances and tech credits are all first rate (not to mention a great soundtrack), this type of familial despondency, that requires its main protagonist to make peace with personal tragedy, is overly familiar and, at times, painstakingly cliché.

After witnessing his father commit suicide, his teenage son, James Charm (Kodi Smit-McPhee) has difficulty coming to terms with it, and he begins to have a morbid fascination with death, keeping a journal where he documents all the dead things around him by sketching them while also recording the cause of death. His mother, Abigail (Virginia Madsen) is alarmed at this, and when James advises a bully at school of his upcoming ‘death date,’ this instigates a trip to a nonchalant therapist (Danny DeVito). At the therapist’s office, while reading aloud the poetry of Carl Sandburg, James meets Val (Isabelle Fuhrman), who he finds himself attracted to. In an effort to escape the confines of his home, James sneaks out at night, bringing him into contact with a musician, Harmon (Evan Ross), who is squatting in an old warehouse and seemingly living a carefree life. As James follows Harmon, he runs into the food truck where Val works, and soon he finds himself returning to the same location to pursue her.

Not only is James’ narrative exasperating in its conventionality (despite the surname that sounds like something out of Hal Hartley film), but Johnson’s casting doesn’t help. Despite a laudable performance, Smit-McPhee seems to be the go-to teen for troubled, bookish youths, as this is similar to his recent stints in fare like 2014’s A Birder’s Guide to Everything (broken homes and nature as motifs), or even 2010’s Let Me In. Supporting characters are like bright shiny toys meant to serve specific purposes, such as the gravelly voiced Ross (son of Diana, who stands out a bit more than usual), while Isabelle Fuhrman’s love interest is underwhelmingly handled.

Notable adult actors could have been used more expressively, such as Virginia Madsen’s pained mother, or Danny DeVito’s intriguing therapist. The morbidity which colors the opening frames of James Charm’s narrative dissipates quickly, as we switch gears and it becomes another tale of lovelorn teen angst as a means to escape the emotional torpor of tragic circumstances. At the same time, this relegates the film’s sincerest strengths to a peripheral, insubstantial emotional peripheral zone.


Los Angeles based Nicholas Bell is's Chief Film Critic and covers film festivals such as Sundance, Berlin, Cannes and TIFF. He is part of the critic groups on Rotten Tomatoes, The Los Angeles Film Critics Association (LAFCA), FIPRESCI, the Online Film Critics Society (OFCS) and GALECA. His top 3 for 2023: The Beast (Bonello) Poor Things (Lanthimos), Master Gardener (Schrader). He was a jury member at the 2019 Cleveland International Film Festival.

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