Where the Wild Things Are ...Not - Movie Review
Where the Wild Things Are...Well I can tell you where the I hell want to be - Where the Wild Things Are not. Talk about a crapper of a movie. I mean I felt like I just spent 2 hours with my psychologist.
I never read the book so maybe I'm missing something. But some kid (Max) who goes mental and sails off in a boat to some strange island with a bunch of guys dressed up like the chickens and goats is not my cup of tea.
The best thing that could have happened would the mom could have caught Max running away and beat the shit out of him with a belt and we could have all gone home.
Save your money and go beat the crap out of your stuffed animals.
