"There ought to be one day-- just one-- when there is open season on senators."
Recently got through a viewing of Where the Wild Things Are. Prior to my viewing, the only things I knew about this film was that it comes from the Maurice Sendak book of the same name, and that the writer/director (Spike Jonze) has made a name for himself as the helmer for numerous episodes of MTV’s Jackass. Needless to say, I faced this cinematic feature with some trepidation. To say that I scrutinized this movie, would be somewhat of a misnomer. Not only was there critical analysis during, but it was completely dissected and digested while I tried to sleep. There are few movies that cause me to perseverate on their meaning such as this one. It wasn’t until I loosed my sub-conscious mind on the movie that came to rest on it’s intention.
Whether Mr. Jonze was intentional in the message I received or not I have not yet researched, lest I risk my views tainted. First off let it be said, that I feel the target demographic for the movie and those of the book do not have any shared sub-sets. While some overlap is inevitable due to their common ancestry, I think preteens and younger will find the film some mixture of boring and creepy.
