where the wild things are (2009)



my rating: Six fuzzy muppets out of seven feathered muppets.
what possessed me: Honestly, I don’t remember the book that well, and it wasn’t one of my favorites growing up (that would be my love/hate relationship with the Scary Stories to Tell In the Dark series). But ambiguously imaginary friends, Jim Henson’s Creature Shop and Spike Jonze were enough to pique my interest.
what i learned: When you seek to build utopia, people’s feelings get hurt. For me, the most resonant chord in the movie is the way family (however you manage to assemble one) is a safety net/comfy blankey without parallel when even your wildest dreams fail. Because of this, my viewing would have been a bit of a buzzkill, had I such an excess of buzz. But it did make me think that this would be added to the required viewing for my imaginary (they take after their mother that way) children. After all, it’s always funny until someone gets hurt, and then it’s just hilarious.
you may also enjoy:Â Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu, Labyrinth, Sen to Chihiro no kamikakushi, Tonari no Totoro and the abandonment of rationale in favor of a good time.
tangential thought: I like when Karen O reigns in the crazy a little. But I also like it when she does not.