To the ill-informed the giddy anticipation surrounding “Where The Wild Things Are” might suggest it’s a “Wild Things” sequel where Denise Richards, Neve Campbell and a bevy of topless beauties make out in a pool for 80 minutes.
Thankfully it’s not, though the film itself may illicit the same amount of pant creaming euphoria. Let’s look at the stats on paper. Firstly there’s the source material – Maurice Sendak’s much loved, exuberantly fantastical children’s book. Secondly the adaptation duties fall into the hands of McSweeney scribe and literary icon Dave Eggers and is directed by indie auteur Spike Jonze. Thirdly the cast features Catherine Keener, Forest Whitaker, Mark Ruffalo and Chris Cooper. Chris Fucking Cooper, I don’t care if he plays a floating head or an inanimate object the dude is all class. Lastly Jonze’s former girlfriend Karen O (you may have heard of her) provides the film’s score. It’s like the ultimate venn diagram of radness titled “shit for people to geek out about”. And just when you thought the Dave Eggers/Spike Jonze tag team was the apex of indie cred they had to go and use an Arcade Fire track (an alternate take of Funeral’s “Wake Up”) in the trailer.
I’ve got chills…
