LOVING

Where The Wild Things Are…

The new movie adaptation by Spike Jones is a work of veritable genius. Each wild thing is a facet of the emotional being that is Max, the title character, and he (Jones) intuitively weaves the lines from the original text so seamlessly into the movie, you begin to wonder where the book ends and the movie begins, or vice versa. The art direction is UNBELIEVABLE in it’s meticulousness: stunning twig and branch constructions that would make Andy Goldsworthy gasp in his britches not out of jealousy but pure awe.

The movie was so well loved by the audience I was in that as the credits began to roll, we all tipped our heads back against the chairs and howled at the moons that hang not in the night sky, but inside our chests.

Layered with a soundtrack composed by the eminetly talented Karen O from the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, you can feel the tears well up as your heart pulls on long forgotten strings of pure longing. It is a movie not to be missed, no matter how old you think you are, because no matter your age, you never forget what it feels like to truly love another; the distances you would travel to conquer that wild thing within you, so you can sail back and find that love and that it was still hot.

October 17th, 2009 — 10:27 pm

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