Wild Things

I know I’m a bit on the late freight with this movie, (I wait for them to show up at the three dollar theater, because I’m broke) but Where the Wild Things Are was fantastic. It was part child's fantasy, part sentimental deepness and part furry’s wet dream.

The movie is an embellishment on the classic children’s book, which was short, sweet and effective. The film gives more depth with a back story to Max’s tantrum and then personifies his emotions as giant monsters that live in the forest of his mind. Contentment, anger, insecurity are all there and more.

I found myself looking over at Snot Face because it seemed I understood her just a little more. I forget sometimes that she is a little person and it is possible for her to have angst.

When she gets upset I either coddle her or freak out, depending on the situation. I realize that while I have to be sensitive to her, more than anything she has to learn how to work though some of this stuff on her own.

How Jonze pulled off making a six page book into a masterful peek at my daughter’s little soul, I will never know, but I thank him.