You’re Killing Childhood Brian!
The assault on the great books of my childhood continues. The latest victim: Where the Wild Things Are, one of children’s literature’s greatest one-hit wonders. Shown here is the REAL WTWTA.
It’s not quite as bad as what they’ve done to Dr Seuss, but still pretty shameless.
There is great irony here. Remakes have become the emblem of Hollywood’s utter lack of creativity. And when they go after Seuss’ works or Wild Things their unimagination is juxtaposed against the tremendous creativity that enthralled our inquisitive, hyper-imaginative child minds.
I’m sure this will be a reasonably fun movie for kids, with a lot of action and loveable characters whose likenesses will be filling WalMart shelves just as the Christmas shopping season approaches. Imagine that. It’s all gotten very formulaic.
Kids today, if they go movie first, or movie instead of book, will be missing out. Stories like this work best when they are read to you just as your eyelids are becoming heavy and your mind is beginning to drift. That’s when your imagination can fill in the sights, the sounds and the action much better than any movie.




