A "Crusoe 2000" tale, by way of Thoreau's Walden, director Zemeckis audaciously grants his audience their intelligence, in making Chuck's island interlude all the more powerful and poignant by what he leaves out. There is minimal dialogue and no soundtrack, no undercurrent of computers and electrical paraphernalia pulsating subliminally - the bedrock of ambient sound upon which our society runs; no lawnmower growling on faraway lawn, no cell phones, iPods, piped jazz, tv commercials bombarding lies of "whitening whites" - in essence, a slice of Heaven!

Nonetheless, for thematic closure, Chuck must necessarily escape back to First World indolence, where he finds he cannot reconcile his new Life-awareness with that of society's stultifying rigors, nor can he rekindle the "love" which kept hope alive whilst marooned, enabling him to then embrace a free-wheeling optimism, only evidenced in the film's final shot.

For those who value their quietude and the welcome respite from rat-racing it brings.