I've been waiting and waiting for the movie version of "Where the Wild Things Are" to come out. But I was surprised to learn that the only person interested in seeing it with me was my husband.
My kids have certainly seen the trailer plenty of times. They even correct my husband when he proclaims: "Let the wild rumpus begin!" (It's "Let the wild rumpus start, Dad," says my 8-year-old.)
Yet when we offered to take them to the movies last weekend, the kids voted for "Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs," a film it's best not to discuss any further.
My daughter said "Wild Things" looked like it was only for boys. My son, a dead ringer for the actor who plays Max in the movie, just acted bored by the whole subject, even though he liked the Maurice Sendak book.
Turns out that lots of people who have seen the movie say adults are, indeed, shaping up to be its primary audience. Warner Brothers reports that the movie's opening-weekend success came largely from those over 18, not kids.
This mom and film writer, who did take her kids to the movie, got a similar reaction from them. And she explains why very well. We adults experience the free-spirited, fantastical world of the wild things through the rose-colored glasses of nostalgia, but to a kid, imagination gets taken for granted.
I have another (sad) theory: While adults of a certain age remember vividly the time they spent exploring in the woods and daydreaming adventures, kids today rarely get to venture beyond their backyards unsupervised. They're not used to feeling like wild things.
Have you seen the movie?
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