Where the Wild Things Are is a place where children go when there's too
much sadness in their lives.
Nine-year-old Max is a lonely kid who no
one in his life has any time for.
After a big fight with the family, he projects
himself onto the open sea in a skiff to an imaginary island inhabited
by 9-foot hairy clawed creatures just tearing up everything in
Mad has to convince them that he's their
king to avoid being eaten.
I liked merging fantasy with the real world,
making it totally believable for a great film.
Directed well by the amazing Spike Jones
and with good acting, Maurice Sendak's 20-page, 336-word children's
classic plods along at a snail's pace, not really explaining
Is it about the duality of nature? The
pent-up anger of nine-year-olds? Or the benefits of communication
between humans and monsters?
Anyway you look at it, it's a depressing
fantasy that gets more downbeat as the story unfolds.
Do we really need to spend so much time
inside Max's head?
Where the Wild Things Are is probably one of the most visually interesting,
inventive films of the year.
It's a good family picture: it involves
viewers of all ages on different levels -- on how kids think
and how they feel.
It celebrates childhood in all its unruly
The entire movie speaks on a level that
is imaginative and disturbing.
There's no easy answer to the sadness that
the young star and the wild things are feeling.
In the end, after all is said and done,
he learns in the process about the hardships and rewards of being
part of a family.