Where the Wild Things Are

Tonight, Thanksgiving, I went to see Where the Wild Things Are in Union Square with RT.

I had read all the glowing reviews and facebook praise and was so excited to see this.

It was very beautiful and haunting, a wonderful mood piece. But I'm afraid I was disappointed. Very early in the movie a sense of loss and fear and sadness hits. It hits hard. And that sense stays there throughout.

There is no real safety in the film, the boy looks tender and fearful and yet hopeful the whole time. It's very sweet, very sad, very beautiful. But it never moves beyond that and because of that there is no release, no resolution. It just sits with its emotions.

Which is perhaps the point. The boy, who feels overwhelmed by his own anger and frustrations, counters the nuances of his own mood in each of the wild things, who are all sad and lonely and lost and frustrated. He wants to be their king and make them better, but he can't. So he goes home.