For the Troubled Child in All of Us

Saw the wonderfully amazing “Where The Wild Things Are” last evening with Sandy. Truly not a children’s film. It is very thoughtful, and its portrayal of the inner and outer lives of young Max is, well, surprisingly real. There’s no maudlin “everything’s going to be all right” dialogue to wrap up the movie. Just a bowl of soup, a piece of cake and a glass of milk. Just as it should be. Sandy felt Max’s time on the island dragged on a bit too long, but I was too amazed by the “Wild Things” to notice or care. Poor Douglas, though, I hope in little boys’ imaginations wing/arms grow back. If you grew up with this book, go see the movie. Don’t expect a children’s film, though.