Writer and director Michael Dole and The Daughters bring Wild Eyes to life with Darling Brando — a film about the wild that lives in all of us. The instinct to leave. The trust to let go. The journey that matters more than wherever it ends.

This is wild as an attitude, not a place. A journey into the unknown parts of ourselves, internal and external at once — made by three boys in a year the world told the young to stay still. The trust that if you give yourself to the moment, the path will hold you. The trust to fall, and let the universe catch you.

We find the boys at an abandoned station, the platform overgrown, waiting for a train that stopped coming long ago — then walking the tracks themselves, into the unknown. We follow them by boat down a remote river, the first taste of freedom on open water. We watch them on empty forest roads at night, tracing the road lines through the highs and lows of the journey — caught spot-lit in the dark like a deer in headlights, standing in the white of headlights and the red of brake lights, the moments we stop to look at ourselves along the way.

A film about leaving town with nothing but trust. We see the world with wild eyes.