WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE, the movie…
Upfront, I was rather disappointed by this film -- one that I have been looking quite forward to seeing. Being a fan of Maurice Sendak's wonderful book, I was definitely interested in seeing it brought to life in a live-action film. Granted, I was worried how you adapt a 20 page, 9 sentence book into a 90 minute film.
Well, it looks like my concerns were with merit as I found this it to be virtually plot-less and rather boring. I found myself looking at my watch every few seconds from the moment the Warner Bros. logo hit the screen ‘til the final credits rolled -- a BIG red flag whenever I see a film.
Instead of a children’s story about a kid who is sent to his room who then deals with the punishment via his imagination, we get...
A Muppet Movie featuring a brat and his self-psychoanalysis. One that will bore adults to death and have kids thinking “What the heck is this and why isn’t it fun?”
I think get what director Spike Jonez was going for here, OK? A spoiled child who gets to see himself through the eyes of an adult, has an epiphany, then all is well. All was not well with me when it come to WTWTA. There was just something missing…
Giving a damn!
I never mustered up one ounce of care for this kid Max (Max Records) or any of the annoying Wild Things. The only thing I cared about was the movie ending so I could leave.
On a positive note, the film was beautiful to look at and the Wild Things costumes (and special effects) were fabulous. BUT…
I simply wasn’t entertained by WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE the movie -- which is a bummer since I love the book. Therefore, consider yourself warned. If you go to this film expecting the source material, you’re not going to get it.
WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE, the movie...
A playful tale of a young lad and his hairy, imaginary friends? No. A bizarre group therapy session involving a spoiled brat and monsters in need of antidepressants? Yes.