FILM REVIEW: Where the Wild Things Are (PG, 101 mins)
Stars: Max Records, Catherine Keener, Pepita Emmerichs, Mark Ruffalo and the voices of James Gandolfini, Lauren Ambrose, Catherine O’Hara, Paul Dano
Directed by Spike Jonze
Rating: 4/5

BASED on Maurice Sendak’s beloved children’s story, Where The Wild Things Are is not a sentimental coming-of-age story viewed through rose-tinted spectacles.

Spike Jonze’s visually-stunning adaptation unfolds through the eyes of an awkward nine-year-old boy, whose formative years are riddled with loneliness, despair and miscommunication.

There is no pretence of happiness by the time we reach the conclusion of this magical odyssey.

Life is a struggle and, in the absence of a father figure, the boy will invariably go off the rails many more times.

Jonze and co-writer Dave Eggers take Sendak’s original story – a mere 10 sentences and 338 words – and expand it into a 101-minute fantasy that attests to the brutality of childhood and the power of the imagination to temporarily keep harsh reality at bay.

Pint-sized hero Max (Records) doesn’t feel like his mother (Keener) or teenage sister Claire (Emmerichs) appreciate him.

Frustrations come to a head when the single parent brings home her new boyfriend (Ruffalo).

Max stands on the kitchen table in his favourite white wolf costume and glares at his mother.

When she demands he come down, Max makes a scene and growls: “I hate you, I’ll eat you up!”

In the ensuing struggle, Max bites his mother and runs out the front door into the night.

By chance, he finds a sailboat, which transports the lad to the island home of a race of hulking, furry creatures called the Wild Things, whose actions and emotions are completely unpredictable.

Horned-nose Judith (voiced by O’Hara) threatens to eat Max, but he wins over the group’s unofficial leader Carol (Gandolfini) by pretending to be an exiled king.