Back of fag box film review – Where the Wild Things Are
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The average nine year old boy has a very active imagination. Max, the star of this film is no exception. He goes on an attention seeking bender one evening and ends up biting his mother.
Running out of the house, he reaches a lake and sails away to a magical land where he meets up with a bunch of big furry creatures who crown him their king.
Max is happy for a while in this new world of his own creation but things soon change…
What could have been a magical, wondrous and heartwarming expression of childhood imagination is, instead, a slow lumbering train wreck of wooden dialogue, hidden meaning and dark thoughts wrapped up in a big black knot of adult neuroses. I have never been as disappointed in a film as I was with this.
Rating 1 star out of 5.
Extra note: Saw this in IMAX format on trip to NYC and the only thing that kept me in the cinema was the massive cup of diet coke and the truckload of popcorn to get through. Which leads to the question – why on earth do portion sizes need to be so big in the USA?
