Are there still wild things under the children’s beds?
Last night I went to see the movie “Where the Wild Things Are” by Spike Jonze, with that kid Max who’s probably going to win the Academy Award for his amazing performance. Well, I must admit I was almost forced into the movie theater by a friend who knew I would love the movie. And I did. You see, my opposition was in that I was very much fond of that children’s book story, and I was afraid the movie version would completely butcher the concept. Fortunately, it really didn’t … much the other way around.
There’s something almost magical about this story, and I think many Americans easily attest to this feeling. It’s essentially a reflection on the confusing experience of being a child, and it focuses brilliantly on the idea that throwing tantrums won’t get them (the kids) nowhere nice. Watching this movie really made me go back to my childhood, and it evoked some old memories of my old childrens beds, and of my mom and dad reading me that book before bedtime. They always read me that story when I went to bed angry about something, and each and every time it made me feel better. If you don’t it yet, I highly recommend you check it out!