Where the Wild Things Are
Where the Wild Things Are – Movie Review
An adaptation of Maurice Sendak’s classic children’s story, where Max, a disobedient little boy sent to bed without his supper, creates his own world–a forest inhabited by ferocious wild creatures that crown Max as their ruler.
Where the Wild Things Are is Spike Jones collaborating with Maurice Sendak on his beloved children’s book, and as I recall, the children’s book had wonderful illustrations of kind of fuzzy and terrifying creatures, but also not too much text. This is a nearly two-hour movie that focuses on Max, the boy character and protagonist in the children’s story. They call him rambunctious and sensitive. I think he is definitely in need of therapy and perhaps medication, and that’s the problem with the movie. I mean the creatures are fabulous. The interaction between young Max and the creatures is fabulous, and somehow you identify with them. Never have puppets had more personality up to and including Bert and Ernie, but the problem is the depiction of Max as kind of a seriously disturbed child, and admittedly, I’m looking at this as a psychologist as well as a movie-goer. Also, I think the movie is genuinely scary for very young children, and I think for parents, it’s going to be upsetting in the notion that somehow — that if your child is behaving in the same way that Max is, including biting his mother, and running away, that he’s just a child that has a creative imagination, and I think that there’s probably something a bit more amiss here. On another note, the acting is terrific. The wild things are wild and ferocious, and wonderful as well. I’ll give it three stars.