Where the Wild Things
Are (2009) is arguably the worst movie ever made in the history of filmmaking.
An on-screen adaptation of the 1963 picture book by Maurice Sendak, the film’s
screenwriters made an attempt to create a fantastical masterpiece, only to have
produced a horrific memorandum of the famous children’s book. It is classified
as fantasy drama – more like horror. I am ashamed to admit that I paid a good
$20 on a ticket to watch the film at the local cinema, as I’m sure many other
parents are too once their children started asking questions as to why the
young boy ripped off an animal’s arms in a dirt fight (I am not making this up,
a 4-something year old boy behind me asked his mother in tears). Personally, I
would have preferred spending my time seated outside the cinema at McDonald’s
eating chicken nuggets.
How the film’s advocacy of violence and imaginative escape
to fantasy worlds of unrealistic horror still managed to score the film an IMBd
rating of above 2 is beyond me. The thematic concerns of the movie are ironically
disassociated with the concerns of children, who are primarily the main
audience the film wishes to attract. The absent discipline the main character,
Max, receives sends the wrong message – that inappropriate behaviour will go
unpunished, such as biting your mother’s shoulder as if imitating a wolf. I
seriously cannot praise the film in any respect. It was that bad.
IMBd rating: 6.8/10
My rating: 1/10
1 mark was given to the film, because the budget was $100
million dollars – a LOT of money.
If you dare, watch the trailer. If you cannot take more than
5 seconds, I won’t say “I told you so”:
Sarah R
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