Hey guys! Happy SATURDAY. So, yes, I did take my almost five-year-old son to see Where the Wild Things Are, despite the warnings. I don't regret taking him, but I will say this, if I knew then what I know now, I don't think I would've. I really loved the movie on so many different levels, but there were some distressing elements for the little guy.
The boy did get upset and weepy when KW swallowed Max to save him from Carol, and would not be consoled until Max was out again... and the scene with the two owls was a little horrifying. I personally really didn't like the overall sense of dread in the film, where at any moment the wild things could've eaten Max up. If I wasn't a mother, I would've adored this film even more, but the one-two punch of fearing for sweet little Max and worrying that my own son was OK was too much for me. Let's just say, this wasn't a movie for small children despite what the coloring book tie-in might lead you to believe. Eight to 10 years of age is fine I think, but for the little guys, not so much.
That said, I have a wonderful hard copy of Where the Wild Things Are to give away this weekend, just for fun. It is in great condition except for a sweet Merry Christmas inscription from 1998 in the front cover. To be entered to win this gently-loved classic, comment on this post between now and tomorrow night ~ Sunday at midnight. A winner will be selected at random and announced the next day along with the normal Great Monday Give.
Thanks for stopping by and do go see Where the Wild Things Are. It's truly heartfelt and stunning. Just leave the preschoolers at home. :)
POSTSCRIPT: I will say this... the boy has had nothing but warm fuzzies about the movie all day, remembering fun things the wild things said, and he danced like a wild man himself to the soundtrack before dinner and then asked to read the book twice.
POSTSCRIPT - POSTSCRIPT: When the boy woke this morning (Sunday), I asked him what his favorite part was and he said, "When Max got home to his Mommy." Well said.