Amber (9), my mom and I went to see Where The Wild Things Are this weekend. I wanted to love this movie. I ended up with mixed feelings. I suppose that’s not surprising, considering they took a story that was truly only nine or ten sentences long and transformed it into a whole movie.
Amber enjoyed it a lot. She went home and told David all about Max standing on the counter shouting for his dinner and about the Wild Things. She even made a picture of her own Wild Thing, a wolf-dragon mixture. She noticed that some scenes were exactly like ones in the book, but her question was how did Max know which way to sail the boat.
See, that’s the problem. At heart, I don’t know if this is a kids’ movie. Max’s relationship with his mom, who is single and dating someone, and sister, who of course has her own friends, is echoed in his friendships with the Wild Things, and kid don’t get that, but I don’t think they should either. And Max is a brat. I’m sorry, but biting your mother, even if you’re pretending to be a wolf is ridiculous.
I loved the way the movie looked, it truly is gorgeous, and loved that it wasn’t 3-D, but wish it had kept the storyline simpler and funner. It wasn’t a fun movie, there was too much bickering and fighting. There are a couple of odd spots too, like when one wild thing tears the other’s arm off or when a wild thing gets her owl friends to come down to her by hitting them with rocks. I have to say I’d rather stick to the book. This is not a DVD I will be buying.
My mom treated us to the movie and the above is my honest opinion. I am an Amazon Associate.