A Heartbreaking Work OF Staggering Genius
"Until I heard my mother shouting through the fog
It turned out to be the howling of a dog
Or a wolf to be exact, the sound sent shivers down my back
But I was drawn into the pack and before long
They allowed me to join in and sing their song
So from the cliffs and highest hill, yeah
We would gladly get our fill
Howling endlessly and shrilly at the dawn"


"The loudest mouth will hail the new found way..."
"if I find you've been creepin' round my back stairs"



08. Where The Wild Things Are
Directed By Spike Jonze
Previous #08:
2005- Broken Flowers
2006- Casino Royale
2007- Hot Fuzz
2008- Happy-Go-Lucky
Memorable Quotes:
Carol: Hey King! What's your first order of business?
Max: Let the wild rumpus start!
Max: I'm Max. I'm an explorer. I traveled by sea. I used to travel by air.
KW: Obviously you have no home or family.
Max: Well, I had one of those but...
KW: But you ate 'em all?
Max: No! I have no plans to eat anyone.
KW: I don't want you to go, I'll eat you up, I love you so.
Judith: Happiness isn't always the best way to be happy.
Douglas: Will you keep out all the sadness?
Max: Carol, did you know the sun was gonna die?
Carol: What? I never heard that... Oh come on, that cant happen, I mean you're the king, and look at me I'm big! how can guys like us worry about a tiny little thing like the sun, hm?
Max: I have a sadness-shield that keeps out all the sadness, and it's big enough for all of us.
the first time i saw where the wild things are, i was with my then-girlfriend, her six-year old son, her aunt and her brother. only moments into the film, i could already sense the collective discomfort within my present company. my girlfriend, her aunt, they didn't want their child to repeat the behavior on screen. after the film, the boys of the group all felt moved, but the women were beyond appeal. j------, my girlfriend, talked the whole ride home about how much she disliked it. i tried to understand how something that summoned up old feelings so vividly, could instill such disgust. i was tempted to credit the division of preference to the gender divide. maybe the despair and the feelings of endless tedium are boyhood things. i've heard that boys are more prone to depression than girls, and i can believe it. not that there are valid excuses for gender divides; the argument that someone can't understand experiences beyond their own doesn't hold water, though. movies are meant to transport us, show us worlds beyond our own.
maybe that's what accounts for the disappointment that many people felt for the wild things. people saw the rolling dunes on the posters and expected to be taken to some far off fantasy world. instead the journey made is inwards, backwards, though id, ego and the steady revisions of memory, into past drafts of ourselves. j------ was not the type for introspection; the athletic daughter of a preacher, she was hardly the perfect match for a neurotic, sickly jew like me. i couldn't blame her for disliking the film, but her lack of willingness to express her feelings bothered me. i'm a pansy, prone to over-examination and redundancy. it took a movie about shifting perspectives, to make me recognize the disparity between our own. max, as king of the wild things, learns the burden of responsibility, the pain of dying to please the ones who love you least. max is a bastard, and young. but bastards exist, we're all one to someone. j------ was the parent, not me; i was ill-equipped to fathom her responsibility. watching the film, in the mostly empty theater, i felt like the mother's boyfriend, living only in the edges of the frame of someone else's story. i had no right to criticize her, but i felt distant, lost inside my own head, in the hours following the film.
spike jonze, like his former collaborator, made a movie which very nearly forces the viewer to confront the limitations of their own lives. i wouldn't have expected j------ to sit through synecdoche ny, and i probably shouldn't have expected her to sit through this either. but life, no matter how disappointing, is worth confronting. without that critical examination, what are we but a random accumulation of experience, a katamari ball absorbing everything we roll into and over? ultimately, our life's work, like that of caden cotard, is the de-and-reconstruction of our past experiences.
it wasn't long after that i finally embraced my own wild side. i ended the relationship unceremoniously, with a lack of gratitude and a coward's grace. she couldn't understand me, nor me her. i decided that it was better to float away to my own island, to roar and spit and kick dirt, rather than take out my disappointment to her. i think i've realized that no matter how old i grow, my adult size is like a padded costume that hides the eternal child inside. hurt feeling stay hurt, even cocooned inside the silk of time. no matter how old i get, i still wish that someone would hug me, bring me in from the wild, feed me cake and tell me everything is alright. it's a selfish desire, an unhealthy wish. when i have kids of my own, i'll expect no less from them. i'm glad i have this film as a signpost, a signal to remind me that, no matter what i want, i must be bigger than myself. the day will come when i will swallow my pride and hurt feelings and give everything that i possess to soothe some wild thing of my own creation. movies like where the wild things are and synecdoche ny remind us that no matter how lonely we feel, isolation is universal. better to be alone, together, than whatever bleak alternative. perhaps that's too defeatist an affirmation; at least it serves to reassure us that we are all alone but all alone together. by that definition we are all family, and all--even the careless snarls of hurt and anger--is love in disguise.
Written By stephen thomas erlewhine
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