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Where The Wild Things Are…

My family went to see this last night. I loved it. I was worried that it might not live up to its hype but it really did. I cried like a baby.

First of all.. the footage is so beautiful. Every frame could be like a 20 million dollar photograph. And by 20 million dollar photograph I mean viral on ffffound.com. But seriously, it has to win an award for pretty film. Secondlyyy I can see why some people don’t like it. The critics did, it seems, but as far as Rotten Tomatoes goes, audiences – not as much. I think a lot of people just said “meh” (or “grr” or “huhh?”) because it’s so hard to understand. Most of the movies these days (HAHA I’m such an old-timer) are what someone might describe as “shallow.” The plots are uncovered and their themes defined, while in a movie like Where The Wild Things Are (or I’m Not There, sorta), it actually requires a mutual relationship between your tear ducts and the film.

One thing I noticed a lot about the movie is the sun, probably because of the school scene (trying not to spoil here).

Furrrrrrry.

I’M ON A BOAT. I’M GOIN’ FAST.

Max was such a good actor.* He reminded me so much of playing games when I was little and how I loved pretending to be a bat or a tiger and eating goldfish (crackers, not da fish) out of bowls on the floor. It also reminded me of being bored and like, having an imagination. For instance, a couple weeks ago my mom and I were trying to figure out a problem with a smoke detector that beeped like every thirty seconds. Within literally five seconds of staring at it we both looked down for our phones. That’s how sick our attention spans are now (which doesn’t really have to do with imagination – oops). Dang, man, I remember when we had to think of games to play with sticks and stuff. POOP I LIKE YOU ’60s.

Upon further review, however, I think the movie is about where the wild things are. The wild things are monsters inside of us, inside Max, because they come from his imagination (more so in the book because they look REALLY FREAKIN’ REAL in the movie). And they’re monsters, because we’re afraid of monsters, just like our emotions sometimes. The monsters were angry and sad and worried and out of control, and inside of Max’s head just like his feelings. After all the trailer says “inside all of us is hope/fear/adventure.” The message being something about feelings, but that’s where the not-undestanding part comes in.

Note– When we got home from the movie everyone was so tired and emotional. It was like we drank NyQuil and then had therapy.

* I mean, maybe not OMG THE BEST but still amazing for a wee laddy. I know nothing about acting besides he did a way better job than Sammy or I could’ve (no offense, Sam, self) and that he’s good at throwing tantrums/biting his mother. P.S. did you know his name is actually Max Records?!