Wild Thing

Tonight it's dark out. Inside in the fluorescent light we sit watching trashy TV episodes, gossiping about cute boys and future careers. I am blogging about the things I love and hate, the things I am passionate about. To begin with: Where The Wild Things Are, the film by Spike Jonze.

Every child who has read the book this film is based on has a memory. I remember Max, conquering the Wild Things. Jonze's film is not for children. It's for the grown ups who remember their childhood, and remember the Wild Things. In Max we see how we were as children, and how we had to grow up. The merits of this film are endless, Max (played by Max Records) is superb. He is honest, vibrant and uninhibited by the large costumes that tower over him. The Wild Things are fully realised, each with a lovable flaw. It is difficult to find flaw in this movie. Jonze captured his interpretation of the book without fanfare and fireworks. Not everyone is going to agree with how Jonze portrays Max and his Wild Things. I believe he has definitely captured the spirit of the book. Max's anger and fright, the Wild Things simple thinking, and their one request that Max makes the sadness go away. There are a lot of lessons here, that adults think they have learnt, when really we have to relearn them over and over again. Not a background noise movie, one to sit down to with a dear friend and laugh and cry until all the sadness goes away.

So leaving the Wild Things in the dark theatre, we sit and watch trashy TV episodes and gossip about cute boys. That's the World from my Window.