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Oct 18, 2009 10:00

I saw Where the Wild Things Are last night. It wasn't anything close to what I expected, but it was great nonetheless. The boy who played Max was very convincing as a lovable little terror and, as much as it pains me to admit it, he reminded me of all the times I acted out as a kid. There's a scene near the beginning where he tears up a gift he made for his sister after her friends smashed his igloo and she did nothing to comfort him. It took me back to a moment when I was angry at my mother, tore up something she gave me and left the pieces in front of her bedroom door. For both Max and I, the act hurt us more than the people we intended to hurt.

I loved the wild things, too. I think the essence of them was captured perfectly, and they looked terrific (instead of using motors inside the heads to control the nuances of emotion, as Jim Henson's Creature Shop normally does, the expressions of the actors were projected onto the monsters with the help of CGI). They moved very well despite those suits being so bulky, with each having a distinct personality all their own. Everyone will have a wild thing they can connect to. For me, it was Carol.

All in all, I definitely recommend the film. It brought me back to a time in my life where I ran around the neighborhood barefoot and wrestled with my brother until one of us got fed up and bit or pinched the other, and how my imagination always conquered my sensible side and led me to the woods behind my apartment block where I'd climb trees and race trains.

Ha, and as if I didn't want kids badly enough before. This really kicked my maternal feelings into overdrive.

P.S. Fraggle Rock movie coming in 2011.

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