"Where the Wild Things are" Sucked... Bad
I just had the unpleasant experience of watching my childhood memories and dreams crushed in an agonizing 90 minute movie root canal of Biblical proportions. The movie theater atmosphere alone was a scene that resembled (what I would imagine) hell would be like. Screaming, crying kids running through the aisles crying and wailing at the pointlessly violent, pointlessly cliche, steaming pile of a movie.
To take a great childhood book that consists of 10 sentences and turn it into this 92 minute monstrosity of a film, with the backdrop of a single mom, a violent "monster" of a kid, and the stomach churning, sexually ambiguous, cgi-animated creatures.
Half the people left the theater before the movie was over. I am not kidding.
This movie sucked. It sucked...bad.
To take a great childhood book that consists of 10 sentences and turn it into this 92 minute monstrosity of a film, with the backdrop of a single mom, a violent "monster" of a kid, and the stomach churning, sexually ambiguous, cgi-animated creatures.
Half the people left the theater before the movie was over. I am not kidding.
This movie sucked. It sucked...bad.