Review of Where the Wild Things Are (2009) by Sebastianl. — 26 Oct 2009
For those of us who remember--or faithfully engage the vestiges of--an imagination worthy of childhood, this film underestimates the continuities of that imagination. Max looks like nothing more than a series of Freudian ejaculations of creativity, with that creativity accomplishing little more than assuaging or redirecting his psyche.
Children--and human beings in general--tend to construct more from their relationships with ids and moms. I understand the desert loneliness thing, but come on, credit the kid with some color in his world.
This review of Where the Wild Things Are (2009) was written by Sebastianl. on 26 Oct 2009.
Where the Wild Things Are has generally received positive reviews.
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