Childhood, how I miss you so, especially after watching this movie. I went to see it Saturday night with Nicole after watching Fresno City's production Eurydice. It's hard to spoil anything about Wild Things since practically everyone has read the book (it weighs in at a heavy ten sentences, not for the literary challenged), so, brave adventurer, read on without fear of spoilage.
From the opening production titles with Max's scribbling all over them to the final closing scene of Max enjoying his dinner (man I'm getting hungry), Where The Wild Things Are is a tribute to something we all have in common: our imaginations. Max's departure to the land of the Wild Things happens a bit differently from the book, but once he gets there, the wild rumpus starts with such energy I wanted to cry out to the screen and let my own wild things loose. Those are emotions, not the wild things I'm innuendo-ing in the title. Maurice Sendak has a deeply touching life philosophy that he put into the story and it comes across much stronger in the film. Whether it's Max leading a charge through the forest or simply walking across a desert with Carol, each image has an associated feeling behind it. Following Max through his triumphs and failures reminded me of how I experienced an impossible world in the dreams of my childhood.
That's me after a long walk around the strip and a half-yard margarita. It snuck it's way through my gastrointestinal tract and infiltrated every cell of my body, causing the eventual breakdown you see there. It was eventually expelled over the course of five or six trips to the restroom hours later. I'm beginning to suspect that my Asian-ness is coming full circle as far as alcohol is concerned, so maybe I'll stay away from the booze for a bit.
And oddly enough, The Office "Niagara: Part 1" just opened up (on Hulu!) with a whole lot of vomiting. Great.
I'm watching 30 Days of Night on Encore right now. What's with all the gore-based horror? I want a scary movie that's not just disgusting and gory. Show me the suspense and psychological thrills, not just a dude getting his head stepped on. We might as well build our zoos next to stadiums next to the jail. That way we can bring back the good 'ol days of Rome and watch prisoners fight to survive against the lions — for their freedom. Lemme tell yah, no rehabilitation works better for a kid caught with marijuana than a fight-for-life battle against a tiger! Or a giraffe. Whichever is the most entertaining.
Speaking of Rome, drugs, tigers and entertainment, I'm going to Vegas this weekend! My awesome girlfriend invited me along to go with her to meet her friend. Definitely looking forward to having a good time, any suggestions?
Speaking of Rome, drugs, tigers and entertainment, I'm going to Vegas this weekend! My awesome girlfriend invited me along to go with her to meet her friend. Definitely looking forward to having a good time, any suggestions?
First off, Zombieland was an awesome movie. Gotta love the opening where they say, "This isn't America anymore. It's Zombieland." Or something like that. But let me tell you, I'm waiting for the zombie apocalypse with fingers crossed. So anyways, going through the week...
Thursday was a workday, spent it writing and played a house show with Bazil. I was expecting a party but it ended up being a small get together for the housemates. Cool, but it would have been nice for them to offer the band a drink or something. Definitely felt like a used Kleenex by the end of the night, but there's cures for that.
Thursday was a workday, spent it writing and played a house show with Bazil. I was expecting a party but it ended up being a small get together for the housemates. Cool, but it would have been nice for them to offer the band a drink or something. Definitely felt like a used Kleenex by the end of the night, but there's cures for that.
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