Wild Things
Not to be confused with the scantily-clad turkey starring Denise Richards, Where the Wild Things Are is one of the great books of my (and I'm sure many other peoples') childhood. I'm sure there are few kids in America who didn't want to wolf pajamas, or weren't angry enough at their parents to want to run away to where they could be as mischievous as they wanted to be. So I am a little nervous at the thought of the plans to make it into a movie. The production, which is under the auspices of the frequently kitsch, always unconventional Spike Jonze. Whether you hate him or like him, the guy has a unique eye, and it can really lend itself to telling a story like this, I think. I'm cautiously optimistic about the results, it's too bad we have to wait so long to see it.
Comments
So, Mo, remember when I suggested you visit 826 Valencia and their Pirate Supply store? Well, there is a gentleman by the name of Dave Eggars that is one of the founders of said establishment (which happens to also have a writing center for kids 6-18 deeper inside). Among the other things on his amazing, embarrassingly impressive resume? He wrote the screenplay for the movie you refer to in this post.
Posted by: Iain Hamp | September 16, 2008 3:41 PM
yes I'm aware of this "Eggars" of which you speak... he's one of the parts of the film that worry me.
Posted by: lo fat mo | September 16, 2008 4:21 PM