What a drag
As much as I always cherished Where the Wild Things Are, a part of me knew that it was only under the burdens of mood disorders, familial dysfunction, and good old all-pervasive melancholy that the skeletal storyline would really be allowed to shine. And a precious indie rock score. I mean, let's face it, Maurice Sendak was creative, but he was LAZY.
Boooooooooooooo.