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Why the hell does a movie review have to make me feel more like crying than going to see a movie?
"We tell ourselves childhood is a time of joy, of play, of wonder. We tell ourselves that because, if we didn't, the pain of childhood, in our memory, would be unendurable. We spend childhood at the mercy of large, distant adults who define a world we don't understand, unable to speak to the feelings that swell in us and come and go with the intensity of summer storms. Childhood can be a wonder, but it can also be a wound. And great children's literature, great children's film making, understands that simple fact and speaks to it. "Where the Wild Things Are" is a great film because, for all of its wonder and magic and delight, it also knows about confusion and reality and sadness."
"We tell ourselves childhood is a time of joy, of play, of wonder. We tell ourselves that because, if we didn't, the pain of childhood, in our memory, would be unendurable. We spend childhood at the mercy of large, distant adults who define a world we don't understand, unable to speak to the feelings that swell in us and come and go with the intensity of summer storms. Childhood can be a wonder, but it can also be a wound. And great children's literature, great children's film making, understands that simple fact and speaks to it. "Where the Wild Things Are" is a great film because, for all of its wonder and magic and delight, it also knows about confusion and reality and sadness."