Once in a while, you get a movie that's pretty heavy...in the emotional sense. Where The Wild Things Are is one of them. Now, I do vaguely remember reading such a tale when I was younger, but I am pretty sure it wasn't presented quite the way this one was.
Now, there are often tales of young kids (usually boys) running off to some great adventure, meeting fantastic creatures and then coming back to reality with unique experiences. Most of the time, however, they take the form of a coming of age story, whereby the protagonist comes back all mature and better for the experience, while the characters in the magical land end up happy and contented. Not so, in this one. In short, it really is more of an end of innocence story. Everything starts off on a high note, then gradually goes south till everyone ends up miserable.
Now, some of my friends do say that I feed and grow fat on misery and despair...they're probably not wrong. This is the sort of story that appeals to me, and I find it to be a refreshing twist on an otherwise common childhood genre. 8/10
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