Never seen the movie, however I did read about it. If I wanted to pull off any degree of almost total *successful* seclusion in the bush, I would do what Dick Proenneke did, shown in "One Man's Wilderness" (there is a book by the same title). Having spent a lot of time in the Alaskan bush myself; It doesn't take much to figure out that if one does not possess the skills of a Dick Proenneke, his chances of surviving, or even getting by with any degree of comfort are extremely minimal. Too, even Dick's survival was completely dependent on a steady resupply of food and equipment by bush planes. Living deep in the remote bush looks like fun and entertainment on the Disney movies, but they leave out the hard work and sweat, the constant awareness of ones safety and health, the need for some social contact lest you become a fruit cake, and a host of other needs too numerous to list.
I was born and raised in the country on a remote farm, sent to Vietnam, moved to the big city to get my college degree, moved back to the country. Never did see or experience a thing in the city that could excite my soul more than country living could do. These day, how people can deal with the volume of stress heaped on them in the city, on their families, is beyond me. To each his own. After I retired in my mid-40's, we moved into the Cascade Mountains of Oregon. We now own acres and acres of prime timber and woods, a nice ranch located at the end of the electrical lines. Too, we are surrounded by many, many thousands of heavily wooded acres of National Forest, BLM, and State lands. The largest wilderness area in the state is literally right out our back door. However, if you do chop your toes off, have a serious accident, heart attack, etc., it is 60-minutes to the closest hospital...if the weather is good. You don't "run down to the store" to get something. It is a "trip to the city." While you are there, better catch a movie and some dinner because none is to be found in the mountains. Can't count the number of folks that have moved into the mountains around here in the summer, with the romantic notion that all was beauty, play time, and escape. Usually, after the first winter, when they have had snow up to their butts, monstrous trees down across their roads and driveways blocking them in (they with no logging skills, heavy equipment, heavy snow removal equipment, etc.), the "for sale" signs come up first thing in the spring. Living remote is for the very, very few who are willing and able to tolerate the hard work. "Remote living" and "leisure" are terms that don't go together...unless someone else is hired to do the work for you.
