"Where The Wild Things Are" may be rated PG, but it's not a kids movie. I'm not even sure it's an adults movie frankly. Spike Jonze takes whatever nostalgia you had for Maurice Sendak's novel and slowly grinds it into the salt and glass-shard encrusted ground while spritzing you with a bottle of lemon juice. It captures all the joy you never had of going through a terrible divorce as a child and compresses it into two incredibly miserable hours. Completing the 'nasty divorce as seen through a child's eyes' allegorical tale is the amazing voice acting, of which I wish there had been none. It really made you feel like your parents were arguing and yelling right there in the theater and you happened to be eight again. Inane arguments that make no sense to a child, miserable lame excuses as to why two people who seemed so in love can no longer be together, etc, etc, etc. Go watch the latest Saw movie. You'll feel better, both in general, and about
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