Where the Wild Things Are (Spike Jonze, 2009). Missed this film the first time through, and kind of wish I’d seen it on a big screen. Some of the best things are the physical falls and collisions of the creatures, which are performed with a kind of abandon that seems in the spirit of what Jonze is going for here. Strange movie – it’s not the book, it’s a grown-up’s memory of the book, measured from a distance, and played like someone groggily recounting a dream just woken up from.
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