It's been over a month since I've written anything, mostly on account of being incredibly busy. Seven Devils happened, work picked up so that I'm now actually working full-time, and I've started rehearsals for David Mamet's Oleanna. My internet time has receded accordingly. I'll do what I can is all I can promise, and even that's uncertain.
I thought I would just say for my return post that I found Spike Jonze's Where the Wild Things Are to be....distancing? Cold? Off-putting? I don't know what it is--and this is why I'm not a film reviewer--but something doesn't feel right throughout the proceedings. Maybe it's the way the documentary-style shakeycam clashes with the fantastical nature of the story. Maybe it's the way the fantastic wild things likewise behave like grown up children. Maybe it's the score (which I would like to blame more on Karen O than Carter Burwell) that's constantly intruding on the action rather than complementing it. I don't know.
I read somewhere else that WTWTA is not a kids movie, it's a movie about being a kid, for grown-ups, and that sounds about right.
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"Benjamin was the oldest animal on the farm, and the worst tempered. He seldom talked, and when he did, it was usually to make some cynical remark—for instance, he would say that God had given him a tail to keep the flies off, but that he would sooner have had no tail and no flies." - Animal Farm
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