Like most people of a certain age, Where the Wild Things Are was one of my absolute favorite books when I was a child. So it stands to reason I would go alone, on date night, to ensure I saw the Spike Jonze live-action film adaption as soon as possible.
I loved it. Everything about it. The performances (especially that of young Max Records as Max (how fitting) and James Gandolfini as Carol), the look, the liberal story adaptation, the articulate nature of the Wild Things. It made me laugh and cry (a lot...like seriously, through the entire damn thing. I may have a problem). In short, it was effing beautiful. See it...now.
P.S. I also watched Tell Them Anything You Want, a biography of WTWTA author Maurice Sendak, on HBO this weekend. Lovely. Add it to the list of reasons you need HBO, silly monster.