Where the Wild Things Are...The Fredstrom Isn't

It was one of the most anticipated movies of the past 6 months, but probably shouldn't have been.

In case you live in some imaginary place, the story is about a boy named Max who likes to act a little "wild" sometimes too wild.  The book tells us that Max is sent to his room without supper for his punishment...the movie has Max laying his chompers into Mom's shoulder and running out of the house...

Max often escapes these strong feelings through use of his vast imagination, one that takes him to a far off place- "Where the Wild Things Are."  He convinces these leader-less, direction-less wild things that he is a king from a far away place.  The wild things make Max their king. His first order of business is to have a "wild rumpus".  The wild things are a divided crowd and Max's solution is a dirt-clog fight and for them to make a giant new home.  Max becomes particularly fond of Carol, a wild thing that resembles Max in many ways.  Max does his best to be king but is clearly unfit for the job, longing to be home. After what seems to be days,  Max leaves the land of the wild things to return home as if only seconds have past.

This is not a kids movie...while watching this movie, parents were taking their bored children out of the theater, never to return again: )  The Fredstrom was expecting a fun movie with more laughs, instead he got a serious adult movie about a boy with an angry childhood.  It's not good when you invite people to a movie and you turn to them and apologize for taking them wasting their $7.75 (matinee!). So sorry Tricia, first Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Dull, and now Where the People Who Take Naps Are...The Fredstrom owes you...

"Where the Wild Things Are" earned an abysmal 3 Picasso's for making those Wild Things look so real, and that's about it...