There's so much about this movie that's just unbelievably hokey. It's possible that a city-dwelling lab rat "wildlife biologist" is sent on a trip to the Alaskan wilderness. The outdoor gear used in the canoeing, backpacking, and camping scenes is laughable. More like an afterthought than sturdy, dependable gear one would carry into the wilderness. And where did they pack that big camp stove and enamelware collection in those small backpacks? A photographer not using at least a monopoly and the viewfinder to shoot wildlife? But that's not even the worst part of it. The Alaskan scenery somehow includes an iconic shot of Yosemite's Half Dome. Then there's groups of soaring eagles that look suspiciously like circling vultures. Maybe they honed in on the death of this movie's authenticity?
Review of Journey of My Heart
