Friday, March 5, 2010
On the surface, it's a story about a boy who runs away to a secret land with a bunch of monsters.
In the movie, it's a nine-year-old boy and a bunch of guys in fursuits. And there's some conflict, and there's some insight, and there's some reconciliation; blah, blah, blah.
So why is it that this movie makes me a total wreck every time I see it?
I tear up at all kinds of movies; even Die Hard gets me all verklempt at the end.
The first time I saw Where the Wild Things Are, I was wiping tears from my eyes after I left the theatre, while I was walking to my car. That was a first. And it still does it to me. Even while watching the closing credits of the DVD, I was shaking my head and wondering what the hell was going on...
I know this much -- you can find clues in Spike Jonze's awesome first two movies.
I don't know why Where the Wild Things Are does this to me; makes me a complete wreck. But I'm going to find out. It will take a few more viewings of the film. But I will dig down and figure out why this movie breaks me down, and why it has totally altered the way I see art and hear music and view films and read books. And the way I write.
Best freaking picture of 2009. Eff the Oscars. This is the one.
P.S. And Max Records is freaking awesome. But you already knew that.