Where the Wild Things Are

So I saw Where the Wild Things Are over the weekend. I read the Dave Eggars novelization of it two weekends ago. Now that I’ve done some digesting of it I feel ready to put down my opinion.

The two versions are strikingly similar (unsurprising given that Eggars penned both of them). The few plot diversions weren’t particularly important but did make it more interesting going through the story a second time. After careful thought I’m now certain I liked the book better. It shows Max’s inner voice, which is childish but also enlightening. In the movie, the viewer never sees Max’s debate over what are often fairly clear-cut moral issues from an adult’s perspective but not from Max’s.

One example of this is Max’s dilemma over whether or not it is right to be throwing animals as part of their dirt clod war. He can see the animals do not like it and perhaps even more important to him, he doesn’t like being hit by them. He is about to tell “the bad guys” not to throw them anymore when the good guys start kicking bad guy butt while using them. He then decides that it’s ok for them to be used temporarily so that the good guys can win. This is obviously funny and childish but when you think about it, fairly widespread in every day life among functioning adults.

Max’s inner dialogue proves to be enlightening throughout the entire book. Max wrestles through his selfish view of the world trying to be an effective king. He sees pleasing everyone is impossible and sees its even more impossible when he’s most often thinking of himself.

This really made the book for me and is the reason why I hold it more dear in my heart than the movie. That said, the movie was great. I loved seeing the Jonze’s vision of the fort. The wild rumpus parade was also fantastic. Seeing the giant dog and tiny cats was great fun too. And lastly, the voice acting of the characters was great. I especially loved James Gandolfini as Carol.

All in all, Where the Wild Things Are still has a special place in my heart. In fact, this place may have grown larger with the movie and novel. Great job by Dave Eggars, Spike Jonze, and of course Maurice Sendak.

Home Alone

I’ve been sick for days and trying to rest up and get better. I think it’s finally starting to take although my voice still sounds like a cross between a horror movie villain and pubescent boy. I’ve watched like 8 or 9 movies and even more cable news than usual all from bed over this time and now I’m going positively stir crazy. I’ve been cleaning my condo just to keep myself from going completely insane and keeping my muscles from atrophying from inactivity.

Today’s been the worst, especially since the weather outside looked absolutely beautiful during the afternoon. Plus, I’ve been alone since Erica’s been at work. I practically don’t even know what to do with myself anymore. Leave a comment if you have any suggestions about what you do when you’re home alone for long periods of time. I could use some advice.

At least tonight I think I’m probably going to see Where the Wild Things Are. I think I might write a review or contrast it with the Dave Eggars novel afterward. There’s something that still touches me about this story. Plus, Maurice Sendack is a bad ass for telling parents who think the movie is too scary that he thinks the can go to hell.