Like a modernized Wizard
of Oz, Spike Jonze’s loose adaptation of Maurice Sendak’s
award-winning book Where the Wild Things Are cleverly and imaginatively
reinforces the idea that there’s no place like home. But swapping
out a tin man, a scarecrow, and a lion for a monstrous chicken,
goat, and bull loses much of the heart and parallels to reality,
allowing our troubled young hero to reflect only upon his own faults
- without necessarily learning to resolve his other familial issues.
There’s plenty of amazing, surreal imagery and a brooding
atmosphere, but little magic brightens this fantasy world. At least
there’s no singing.
Young Max (Max Records) feels distanced and alone when he’s
bullied by his sister’s older friends and scolded by his
mother. With an outburst of rebellion, Max runs away to a mystical
land far away and encounters a group of giant monsters. After
convincing them that he possesses significant powers and will
be able to shield them from sadness and hostility, they crown
him their new king. But as Max’s reign of fun gives way
to struggles with his new family’s jealousy, rage, and fear,
the little ruler must come to terms with his own anger and the
mistakes he’s made throughout his journey.
I really disagree one this one...
it seems like it's polarizing audiences...