
An honest, emotional and beautifully filmed movie about how complicated growing up is.
Based on the well-known 1963 children’s picture book (sparsely) written and (lavishly) illustrated by Maurice Sendak, it left director Spike Jonze with plenty of blanks to fill and I should imagine that is exactly what appealed to him about this project.

This movie is truly a masterpiece, you should see it if you can, although it seems that our mainstream theatres are not screening it for some backward reason. A word of caution to less liberal movie-watchers: you may be forgiven for thinking that the crew who made this must have been smoking near-lethal doses of dagga to conceive of all the madness. And who knows, maybe they did?
I sat spellbound following nine-year-old Max in his wolf suit as he runs away from his home and sails across the sea to become king of the land Where the Wild Things Are.
Even though Max runs away from his problems, he is confronted with them headlong in this faraway land, but in a different form - a very large and furry form. There are things you can change and there are things you can’t, but there is always room for change within. I think the crux of the movie lies in the scene where Bob and Terry advise Max to confine his problem to just seven words. After a moment’s thought he asks: “How do I make everyone O-K?”
Is that not the ever-burning question deep inside each one of us?
I would suggest the tough guys among you start chopping some onions near the end of the movie just in case you need an excuse for those misty eyes.
And when all is said and done you will be hard pressed not to let out a nostalgic yet triumphant AAAAAWWWOOOOOOOO!