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Where the Wild Things Are
Oct. 27th, 2009 11:03 amWe saw Where the Wild Things Are last night at the late showing.
Damn.
This is amazing. It is beautiful. This is so worth seeing, so worth seeing larger than life in a dark theater to be completely surrounded by the sound and sight of it.
Let me first say that the folks who did the music for the movie were incredible and unbelievably spot on with their choices. It was wild and held touchstones for the childhoods of several generations of children. The music when Max runs away was my favorite, because it was so breathtakingly right for that moment.
Oh Carol. (Wow, how amazing was Gandolfini there?) I identify less with Max and more with Carol, with Carol's deep sense of melancholy, with Carol's anger and hurt and tiny little world building. That whole business about the sun? That was my childhood. I had some overzealous or crazy science class where the idea of the sun's fiery demise became the focal point. Worrying about the sun has been a thread through my life, through my irrational fears and growing up and trying to adjust to change. (I failed an astronomy class in college because the professor went on and on about it with relish that I had terrible panic attacks and stopped going to class.)
As far as the debate over whether you could take your kids to this - I think that depends entirely on your children and their imagination. I recall being quite frightened by the monsters in The Dark Crystal when I was very small. The monsters are not sugared down from being monsters, and they are unsettling.
While this was a book I read in my early childhood, my primary attachment to it comes from it being the first book in Czech I read all the way through. (A joyful moment for any language student.) Shopping one day in Prague, I found a stack of them up to my knee in a discount book shop and bought two dozen of them for the Czech department. I have one on my shelf.
I must also give some love to the Drafthouse who have expanded their no talking or we kick your ass out to include tweeting and texting. Fuck yeah.
Damn.
This is amazing. It is beautiful. This is so worth seeing, so worth seeing larger than life in a dark theater to be completely surrounded by the sound and sight of it.
Let me first say that the folks who did the music for the movie were incredible and unbelievably spot on with their choices. It was wild and held touchstones for the childhoods of several generations of children. The music when Max runs away was my favorite, because it was so breathtakingly right for that moment.
Oh Carol. (Wow, how amazing was Gandolfini there?) I identify less with Max and more with Carol, with Carol's deep sense of melancholy, with Carol's anger and hurt and tiny little world building. That whole business about the sun? That was my childhood. I had some overzealous or crazy science class where the idea of the sun's fiery demise became the focal point. Worrying about the sun has been a thread through my life, through my irrational fears and growing up and trying to adjust to change. (I failed an astronomy class in college because the professor went on and on about it with relish that I had terrible panic attacks and stopped going to class.)
As far as the debate over whether you could take your kids to this - I think that depends entirely on your children and their imagination. I recall being quite frightened by the monsters in The Dark Crystal when I was very small. The monsters are not sugared down from being monsters, and they are unsettling.
While this was a book I read in my early childhood, my primary attachment to it comes from it being the first book in Czech I read all the way through. (A joyful moment for any language student.) Shopping one day in Prague, I found a stack of them up to my knee in a discount book shop and bought two dozen of them for the Czech department. I have one on my shelf.
I must also give some love to the Drafthouse who have expanded their no talking or we kick your ass out to include tweeting and texting. Fuck yeah.