i must be now overdosing on soy and it's affecting my oestrogen levels, or at least that's my story and i'm sticking to it. lately, i just can't seem to stop tearing up at the slightest thing. this week has seen me bawling over, among other things, jade goody's sons; a particularly cruel support garment that i thought i was going to have to be cut out of in the changing room; the narcissi in the garden; birds that suddenly appear/ every time you are near; and today, the trailer for the new "where the wild things are" film, by spike jonze. i'd have cucumbers on my eyes right now if i could get them to stay on while i type.
i am fully prepared to concede that this trailer might be the best thing about this film. it offers glimpses of potential greatness. but, you know, i know damn well when my buttons are being pushed... take some arcade fire, some lens-flare photography, woods and some labrynth-ine creatures; throw in a breathtakingly raffish and cute little boy, boats o'er the bedclothes and some suggestions that things in said boy's world are not all hunky dory... and finally, combine with one of the most memorable images of my childhood. oh dear god... pass me the tissues/ mogadon/ gin. oh, please be good.
the film is not out for a while, and until this trailer came out the other day, there were all sorts of rumours that this was going to be bad. speculation abounds as to what sort of struggle the studio is having with spike jonze's vision... so... there is spitting and polishing to do. or, rather, c.g.i. mischief of one kind or another. i've got my fingers crossed under the bedsheets.
p.s. i have just read that initial screenings were not seen as successful, with kids crying and asking to leave, and apparently the max character does not come off as likeable. he slaps his mum. apparently warner brothers are not happy with what they are calling a 75 million dollar art house kids film. i couldn't be more excited about this if they were doing reshoots on my street.
i hope this is going to work for kids too, and not just grown-ups on a mawkish parental nostalgia trip. it looks appropriately dark and this apparently is a concern, but could have a similarly broad appeal, and perhaps subtextual subject matter, as e.t., which views quite differently as an adult. i tried showing the trailer to rudy (familiar with the picture book and we have a few little wild thing soft toys) but he really wasn't interested. there were no visible robotics, so what did i expect. i , of course, interested in the fleshing out of the max character, he is in some ways such a one dimensional character in the story- a naughty boy, and we don't really have naughty boys in the same way anymore- we have sad little boys acting out; wild things.
the film is not out for a while, and until this trailer came out the other day, there were all sorts of rumours that this was going to be bad. speculation abounds as to what sort of struggle the studio is having with spike jonze's vision... so... there is spitting and polishing to do. or, rather, c.g.i. mischief of one kind or another. i've got my fingers crossed under the bedsheets.
p.s. i have just read that initial screenings were not seen as successful, with kids crying and asking to leave, and apparently the max character does not come off as likeable. he slaps his mum. apparently warner brothers are not happy with what they are calling a 75 million dollar art house kids film. i couldn't be more excited about this if they were doing reshoots on my street.
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