After the Wild Kingdom
I have heard my sister talked about the book, Where the Wild Things Are. She said that was one of her favorite children book. When the movie came out, I told my friend that I wanted to see it, since the book was never a thing to me when I was a kid or even now. My friends were surprised: How come you are the one who is suppose to have the book then us? I simply didn't know why, it was never a thing to me.
I missed the screenings in theaters when it first came out. After I saw the trailers, I wanted to see it since it made me cried in such a short time. I have heard people talking about it after watching it, saying how disappointing it was comparing to the book. I've heard someone saying that he wouldn't spend that much money to watch a long music video. I would want to go, but I missed the chance eventually.
I heard from my professor that it is now showing in Gene Siskel Film Center. So I went for the 8 o'clock one. While I was waiting, the audience from the previous screening came out. It was a lot of people. I bet they were the ones who missed the main stream theater screenings as I did, or the second time goers. I tried not to hear their discussions, but I couldn't stop hearing more negative thoughts of the film. I think people were just having either too much expectations, or they just simply couldn't bare to appreciate things in another language of forms.
I met my professor J, he was one of the audience who just came out from the movie theater. He said he liked it. I am glad to hear that. Maybe I just didn't want anyone to ruin my feelings before I watch it, so it was good to hear a nice thought of the film I was about to see.
After I came out of the theater, I quickly got into the train station because it was too cold to stay one more bit in the wind. My phone rang, it was my dad. I couldn't believe I forgot to turned it off, but thank gosh it didn't ring during the screening. My back was in huge pain, and my body was shivering.
I remembered Jim said he didn't think it was a children's film. In certain point during the screening, I sort of agreed; there were some dark thoughts and violent.
The pain on my back was making my whole body shaking, so I told myself I would eat the whole chocolate cup cake before I go to bed, I believe it would ease up my uncomfortableness.
While I was eating the chocolate cup cake, I thought, if i were a mother, I would take my kids to see the film.
I believe most of the grown ups have underestimated children. Kids have their own world, and things they do or things they think are actually making more sense than grown ups. What they think and what they do is straight forward and bold. Like the emotions in the film; you got mad, you destroy stuff; you like someone, you hug someone ,and you don't do the same to the ones you don't like . Isn't that simple and straight forward?
I guess the reason why I would take my kids to see the film is because I believe they would understand it in their own ways, and it would definitely be a great memory for them to dig up after a few more years. When they grow up, they would recall their mom once took them to see a movie with ugly monsters that tried to eat them. They would realized how fearless they were: "How come I didn't thought it was a scary film at all at the time?" they might say.
I built my own kingdom in my sleep; before I fall asleep, I make up my dreams. The dreams contains daily stuff like people I met, things I saw, especially stories I read or I watched. I realize my favorite characters from my childhood memories were actually Beatle Juice and Edward Scissorhands.
The film for those who endure the original book doesn't consider bad. It is simply because the best thing they got from the book when they were kids is irreplaceable. So did my Edward Scissorhands. I believe the kids who watched Where The Wild Things Are would definitely remember it for the rest of their life, and even build up their own irreplaceable kingdom.
I missed the screenings in theaters when it first came out. After I saw the trailers, I wanted to see it since it made me cried in such a short time. I have heard people talking about it after watching it, saying how disappointing it was comparing to the book. I've heard someone saying that he wouldn't spend that much money to watch a long music video. I would want to go, but I missed the chance eventually.
I heard from my professor that it is now showing in Gene Siskel Film Center. So I went for the 8 o'clock one. While I was waiting, the audience from the previous screening came out. It was a lot of people. I bet they were the ones who missed the main stream theater screenings as I did, or the second time goers. I tried not to hear their discussions, but I couldn't stop hearing more negative thoughts of the film. I think people were just having either too much expectations, or they just simply couldn't bare to appreciate things in another language of forms.
I met my professor J, he was one of the audience who just came out from the movie theater. He said he liked it. I am glad to hear that. Maybe I just didn't want anyone to ruin my feelings before I watch it, so it was good to hear a nice thought of the film I was about to see.
After I came out of the theater, I quickly got into the train station because it was too cold to stay one more bit in the wind. My phone rang, it was my dad. I couldn't believe I forgot to turned it off, but thank gosh it didn't ring during the screening. My back was in huge pain, and my body was shivering.
I remembered Jim said he didn't think it was a children's film. In certain point during the screening, I sort of agreed; there were some dark thoughts and violent.
The pain on my back was making my whole body shaking, so I told myself I would eat the whole chocolate cup cake before I go to bed, I believe it would ease up my uncomfortableness.
While I was eating the chocolate cup cake, I thought, if i were a mother, I would take my kids to see the film.
I believe most of the grown ups have underestimated children. Kids have their own world, and things they do or things they think are actually making more sense than grown ups. What they think and what they do is straight forward and bold. Like the emotions in the film; you got mad, you destroy stuff; you like someone, you hug someone ,and you don't do the same to the ones you don't like . Isn't that simple and straight forward?
I guess the reason why I would take my kids to see the film is because I believe they would understand it in their own ways, and it would definitely be a great memory for them to dig up after a few more years. When they grow up, they would recall their mom once took them to see a movie with ugly monsters that tried to eat them. They would realized how fearless they were: "How come I didn't thought it was a scary film at all at the time?" they might say.
I built my own kingdom in my sleep; before I fall asleep, I make up my dreams. The dreams contains daily stuff like people I met, things I saw, especially stories I read or I watched. I realize my favorite characters from my childhood memories were actually Beatle Juice and Edward Scissorhands.
The film for those who endure the original book doesn't consider bad. It is simply because the best thing they got from the book when they were kids is irreplaceable. So did my Edward Scissorhands. I believe the kids who watched Where The Wild Things Are would definitely remember it for the rest of their life, and even build up their own irreplaceable kingdom.
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