08 May 2012

The wild things roared their terrible roars...

and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws...

oh tragic day, a good writer is gone.  how depressing!

where the wild things are has always been a favorite of mine.  i never had it in our house growing up, but i used to covet it during library time at school.  i even considered hiding it somewhere so no one else could read and/or damage it.

i just like that the story seems to condone typical, childish behavior.  i don't know that it says kids, i give you permission to chase your dog with a fork and threaten your mother with eating her!

but i do think kids will be kids is a message somewhere in there.  so let them be wild, and let them start a rumpus.


on a semi-related note, the movie for where the wild things are made me uncomfortable.  but in a good way, kind of??

my favorite part of it was in the beginning, when max's mom is working on the computer, and he's playing with her toes.  and then the following exchange goes down:

i could use a story.

well... sure, um... there were some buildings.  there were these these really tall buildings.  and they could walk.  then there were some vampires.  one of the vampires bit the tallest building and his fangs broke off.  then all of his other teeth fell out.  then he started crying.  and then all the other vampires said "why are you crying?  aren't those just your baby teeth?"  and uh, he said "no.  those were my grownup teeth."  and the vampires knew that he couldn't be a vampire anymore.  so they left him.  the end.

all the while, the mom is typing up max's story.  i decided, in the theater, right after that moment, that my future family is going to tell original stories.  all the time.  yay.

...but Max stepped into his private boat and waved goodbye.

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