I saw this and loved it. I hated Max when he was acting out and being a fuckpig, but that is how I was supposed to feel. Kids are not fully developed and can be litttle jerks who act out in a crappy, sometimes biting way. But I also had contradictory feelings of sympathy for him as a lonely kid with issues about his mother dating doods like Ruffalo and not being paid (what he felt was) enough attention to him. So he dons his wolf suit and acts like a monster and goes on a little kid freak out.

As to the wild things and their dialogue, I do not agree that it was Woody Allen-esque in any way. I felt that it was a brilliantly crafted version of a 9 or 10 year old’s idea of dialogue. Never super incite-laden, but wishful, angry, frustrated, wrong, fantastical, scared, make-believe, made-up-rules-oriented, hopeful, jealous – all the things a kid feels and goes through. It never lets up on this sort of dialogue and I respect it for that. The writing never really gets ADULT and Max never really learns anything, except that he needs to be back with his mom, the one thing he realizes that the wild things need – an adult to look out for them, be there for them and care for them. Not a make believe king, but a real parent.

I understand the desire to look some aspects of the fantasy as Jonze going overboard with his construction of elaborate set pieces to make for supercool, wow-look-at-that-monster-made-Karen-O-backed-scene-of-a-diorama-that-actually-took-somebody-many-many-hours-to-handcraft, brought about from the fake imagination of a boy who couldn’t think of this in reality. But, the scene where he sits under his mom’s desk gives us the idea that this is a kid who has before and is now coming up with imaginative stories and who, just might, come up with another (this) story about a group of monsters in need of a caring adult parent.

Anyways, a beautiful film that made me feel like a kid again and that made me cry about feeling like a kid again.

Forget it, Jake. It’s the section of Los Angeles that is too corrupt to change in any way.

Are you speaking to me? I mean, I’m the only other person here, so I, naturally, assume you are speaking to me.

I consume your egg cream soda! I consume it all into my stomach!

You know how to snap, don’t you Steve? You just press your middle finger against your thumb until it hits your palm.

Also, there is this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VQ3d3KigPQM

I have no idea why, but I saw this in the movie theaters and I still hate myself/Al Pacino/computers because of that fact. I did not see the last 20 minutes either, because I left before my life and brain could be further ruined.

Actually, wait, no, I think it just has to be a movie that sucks and is, therefore, in the running for Worst Movie. I don’t think it has to be an otherwise popular movie that is bad. Right? I thought the title of the project pretty much sums up the criteria.

Also, A History of Violence? Kee-rist. That is a great movie. Or, at the very least, a good movie and should have no place in this column. For Shame, person who I am to lazy to look up.

Let’s stick to the theme people. Mediocre movies like David Gale and the like have no place here. We are looking for K-Pax-like pure shit. Not fool’s gold. Wait, Fool’s Gold might be a perfect choice!!!!!

Also, K-Pax!

Love,

PeeperPooper

I can’t tell you how many sleepless nights I have had since watching Topher Grace’s bone-chilling perfomance in Spider-Man 3. Truly the stuff o’ nightmares.

Oh poor MTV, remember when you and Rolling Stone magazine had something to do with music and/or cultural relevance?