I saw Where the Wild Things Are last night.
I have heard so many criticisms of it, but I liked it a lot. I thought it was beautiful. I understood Max. I get that sadness and loneliness and the need for forgiveness. It made me want to run around and play in the forest, cuddle in a pile of furry creatures, and build a fort (which is exactly what I did when I got back to my room).
I absolutely loved that it was not computerized...so refreshing.
I guess I felt the need to write this because I enjoyed it so much and I don't really understand why people see movies and feel the need to tell their every judgement of it. Can you and I go and enjoy this creative endeavor together? And afterward let's talk about how it affected us. Why do people instead talk about all the things they don't like and criticize the art? (maybe I am over analyzing the movie-going habits of the people around me...it just made me feel foolish that I liked it so much)
It looked lovely. It sounded lovely. It made me think about life and humanity. It compelled me to contemplate my life.
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I liked it, but I mentioned on Twitter that I didn't think it was aMAYzing. A few people seemed to think that I meant I hated it, but I was simply reacting to what seemed to be an outpouring of untempered adoration from what seemed at first like pretty much everyone.
My natural inclination here is to share my thoughts on the movie, but I will respect that fact that this post is written against that very practice. I will say this: criticism doesn't have to temper enjoyment. It can often enhance it. And by "criticism" I do not mean "the act of criticizing usually unfavorably." The word also means "the art of evaluating or analyzing works of art or literature," and that is the sense that I here employ. I like thinking about what I've taken in. I like processing it with other people.
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