Where the wild things are

I'm on the fence. Maybe, I'm just emotional. There's kind of a lot going on lately. I was talking movies recently with a co-worker when we decided that some movies just should not be seen when emotions are wacko to begin with and maybe this is one of them.

Linc and I disagreed about which movie we should see. Actually, Linc and I disagree about pretty much everything so when we were making plans, he threw a fit and chose to stay home and read instead of going to the movie with me. But I was going to have none of that, so, as punishment for his beligerance I made him attend the movie anyway. I felt hurt, and guilty, and inadequate when we got there.

So, Max, is kind of an angry, lonely, uncontroll-able kid who doesn't know how to express himself. "I'm going to eat you!" And the wild things have all kinds of different issues going on, many of which, I found myself relating to for different reasons. Judith is a perpetual downer. Carol is filled with fear-driven anger. The goat character has an invisibilty complex. (Funny, I can't remember it's name...) Some of them isolate, some of them ignore their own needs, and some of them run away when things get hard. "It's hard to have a family."

Anyway, after all the chaos, sleeping in a pile, and dirt clod fights, Max learns his lesson and goes home to his mother and they have this sweet bonding moment and all becomes right with the world.

I may have to wait longer.

View the movie. See for yourself.


Ummm, I stole this picture from the world wide web! Just so you know.