I took Max out last night to see a movie about his namesake—Where the Wild Things Are. Max had relatively low expectations because some of his friends had seen it and said that it was just 'OK'. Well, I think the combination of the subject matter and his literature class at college really helped him out, because he thought the movie was outstanding—the best that he had ever seen. I had a very similar opinion. The movie was tremendous: well done and wonderfully acted. A beautiful and horrifying look at childhood. This isn't a kids movie in the traditional sense, so don't think 'Toy Story'. I doubt that kids under the age of 10 would 'get' any of it, although I wouldn't not bring them (it's not too scary)—although it may scare parents a bit to remember their childhood and then think about what their kids are going (and growing) through.
Six stars. Max and I were discussing the psychology around the 'Wild Things' the whole way home, and for another hour after.