The posse went to Where the Wild Things Are
at the IMAX theatre today with a few friends. I found the previews for the film to be enticing and beautiful, and so I expected a little of that. I also expected a grand film because of the high marks reviewers have been giving it. I was not dissappointed.
I did not expect it to be as raw and powerful as it is. I did not expect my 7-year-old to laugh out loud, lean over and whisper: "Mom, are you getting a little teary?", AND clutch me in fear, all in one movie. Lolly found herself curled up on my lap trying to be as small as she could be. Though the greater scope of the film was over their heads, there were so many parts that they just GOT.
They certainly embraced their inner wild, picking someone else's nose, and feeling like their eyeballs are a bit loose. I was reminded that we never really grow up. We are who we are. We feel what we feel.