Saw “Where the Wild Things” are. Finally!
Loved the whole thing.
The mystery wasn’t explained. Mysteries wouldn’t be mysteries with explanations.
The Wild Things themselves were perfect. Never thought so much could be said in the looks between a Wild Thing and a boy.
The reflection on the real world was simple, yet complex enough to keep me interested. Any overly direct parallels were perfectly muddied by the world they were in.
Saw it at the Somerville Theater in Davis. Third time there in two months. Absolutely love the theater. There’s something to be said for old theaters like that: Not everything in this world needs to be new! Things can be shiny, yet old.