I went to Where the Wild Things Are last night and just wanted to have a wonderful time. It was a nice time, but the movie just fell flat. I mean pancake or crepe flat.
There was absolutely no plot, it was sad all the way through, and I have so many unanswered questions.
Why did The Bull not have a name? Why didn't he speak? How come he was by himself the whole time?
Little Max had a chance to make things better for the island's lonely monsters, and while he fixed things for Alexander, he fell terribly flat with the poor bull. He also never really had fun on the island. It made me more sad than it did happy, and that's not the spirit of the book. The book was dark and dangers for a bit, sure, but it's not Coraline, and you can respect kids and still have moments of happiness in a film. In fact, every film needs a couple happy moments so people stay engaged. It just got to the point where it felt long. I fell out of the movie world and into the theater too many times.
I guess I'm disappointed. It was a movie made for dirty little hipsters and film students so they can gush over Spike Jonze, not a movie that honored the book and brought its excitement to a whole new generation.
Where is plot? Have writers forgotten how important it is? In my recent readings and watchings, they seem to care more about gushing over how awesome they are for creating the characters and the world and forget to do something with those elements that will make them effective.
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