What an odd film. The standard trope of this kind of story is that our characters go on a dual journey; the journey they're actually making in the literal sense and the journey of self discovery and contentment they make in the figurative sense. Not so with A Walk in the Woods, a very loose adaptation of a Bill Bryson memoir.
Right from the start, the movie version of Bryson (Robert Redford) is depicted as - though frustratingly never called out for being - a privileged blowhard of a man who, not only feels it's an injustice that he has to go on talk shows and answer questions in his professional life, but feels a similar sense of injustice in his personal life, most notably at the prospect of having to socialise with a grieving widow and others at a friend's wake.
Convincing himself that he must undertake one last adventure (perhaps to get away from the stiffs who have the misfortune to not be him) he decides on walking the Appalachian Mountain Trail with his decrepit old friend Katz (Nick Nolte), but he's clearly not given this much proper thought because that's a prospect which will naturally see him coming across various people along the way. Given this opportunity of interaction is on the cards, as an audience we expect his curmudgeonly demeanour to dissipate, but no - instead the film goes out of its way to depict everyone to be the kind of twatwaffle Bryson has long suspected other people to be, and all the journey does is strengthen his bond with the likeminded Katz. That these other 'Non Bryson, Not Katz' unfortunates are all considerably younger (well c'mon, they're hardly gonna meet anyone older than them are they? Not unless those fossils come to life!) and are also in the vast majority female, gives the film a worryingly misogynistic and bitter air that really doesn't cut it today.
Basically if I'd wanted to watch a couple of leather faced old baby boomers trying to prove they can still get it up as they sneer at the energy, optimism and enthusiasm of the youth of today, I'd have revisited those depressing TV debates between students in the Remain camp and elderly Brexit voters in the run up to the EU referendum.
That said, I watched it with my mum who chuckled quite a bit throughout it, and a couple of Redford and Nolte's Last of the Summer Wine style antics did occasionally raise a wan smile from me, but overall this is one trek I'd pass on.
A Walk in the Woods? More like A Wank in the Woods.