Movie: Where the Wild Things Are
As someone who has never read Where the Wild Things Are, I wouldn’t know how the spirit of the movie fits in with the book. I just can’t imagine that the original story can be as disturbing as the movie’s is though.
This is not a movie for kids. It is dark and troubling.
It’s not really a movie for adults either because it does not go dark enough to make it “arty.” It’s strange to say that a movie about a boy running away to an island with monsters is too literal, and yet that’s how things are. And there, he learns that (spoilers below):
- being a single mom is hard.
- his unhappiness can’t really be blamed on his parents because he is messed up himself and hard to love.
- people and monsters are destructive and hurtful, and they can’t really change that.
If that sounds interesting to you, than this movie about an emotionally disturbed and mentally damaged young boy may be right up your alley.
I’m not saying that the movie is not reflective of truths or that its artistic vision is not valid, but I do say that it is not entertaining and that there’s not enough art in its message.
There were a few moments of charm, and the Henson muppets are pretty cool, but these elements are quickly overpowered by the discomforture of everything else.
Full credit to Max Records though. He is pretty amazing as the lead.
