I saw “Where The Wild Things Are” last night.
I was nervous I would cry, mainly because I’m infamous for my waterworks at the movies. But I also knew that this movie would be touching and personal. I feel like my generation grew up reading Maurice Sendak, and WTWTA touches on so many simple, heartbreaking things about being a misunderstood child.
I never told my mother I would eat her up…but I definitely threw fits, cried, and made multiple plans to run away.
Most of the time, I never fully understood why I was upset in the first place.
I think every child had their means of escape and coping, even with the simplest things.
My “monsters” were made up people and places–where I was always the best, I was always the hero, and things always made sense to me.
These places were where things happened only as I wanted them to happen.
Spike Jonze was able to portray and interpret these ideas beautifully.
Here’s a great interview with him via Vanity Fair