“Where the Wild Things Are”: There are certain books that are sacred and should never be adapted for the big screen. “The Catcher in the Rye” jumps to mind. And while the thought of watching Maurice Sendak’s beloved children’s book, “Where the Wild Things Are,” would be blasphemy to many, personally I was excited to see it, especially after hearing that visionary director Spike Jonze (“Adaptation”) would be at the helm. In my mind, there isn’t another director alive who could’ve pulled off this near-miracle. Taking a ten-sentence book, preserving the integrity of its vision, and turning it into a 94 minute film AND pretty much keeping the viewer’s interest throughout, well, that is amazing. Like most eight year-old boys, Max (Max Records) has a vivid imagination. Whether he’s building forts, or engaging is spirited snowball fights while wearing a wolf costume, Max is 100% boy. But the sensitive lad feels neglected by his hard-working single mom (Catherine Keener), as well as by his older sister, Claire (Pepita Emmerichs), who is now of driving age and has outgrown her little brother. He’s also resentful of his mother’s boyfriend (played by Mark Ruffalo), who is a poor substitute for the missing father he clearly needs in his young, fragile life. All this leaves Max sorely stunted in the social department and prone to spontaneously lashing out when things don’t go his way. A couple of bad episodes lead Max, still wearing the wolf suit, to run away from home to an awaiting sailboat that takes him to an island inhabited with ‘Wild Things;’ a group of oversized creatures led by the volatile Carol (James Gandolfini), who almost immediately connects with the ‘strange’ new visitor. In some way, Max is able to relate to each Wild Thing. In their leaderless world, Max becomes their crowned king. And as king, he plays his games with them, he listens to their troubles, and he’s a good friend. For Max, the new world allows him to be who he isn’t at home. That’s the gist of the film, whose story still leaves a lot for its viewers to interpret. In fact, despite its seemingly simple subject and appeal to a younger audience, “Where the Wild Things Are” is a deeply thought-provoking film. This is the near-miracle part. Jonze is somehow able to balance the legendary story with his own vision without ruining the intent of Maurice Sendak’s book. And he does it while constantly engaging his audience, yet really never going over-the-top. He’s aided by fantastic scenery (“Wild” was filmed in Australia), wonderful costumes and gorgeous camerawork (from Lance Acord). Even the music (from Carter Burwell and Karen Orzolek) was respectful and resisted the urge to exploit any ‘music video moments’ in the film. Thankfully, Jonze just lets his brilliant screenplay (co-written with Dave Eggers from “Away We Go”) tell the story. Max Records is wonderfully expressive as the boy of many moods. The rest of the cast (which includes Chris Cooper, Lauren Ambrose, Forest Whitaker, Catherine O’Hara and Paul Dano, among others) though mostly hidden in costume or in smaller roles, is very good, yet clearly secondary to Spike Jonze and his young lead, Max Records, who both lovingly share their vast imaginations and for whom this film belongs. If you’re able to channel your inner child while watching this film, you should thoroughly enjoy “Where the Wild Things Are.” *** ½ (out of) **** (10/16/09) “New York, I Love You”: How to kill a couple of hours. That might be a decent title for this collection of ten short films by eleven directors, totaling 110 minutes, all somehow tied to the city of New York, even though the filmmakers, with one exception, seemed to have forgotten that other boroughs besides Manhattan do exist. The premise is similar to the 2006 film, “Paris, je’ t’aime” (“Paris, I Love You”) except this time the stories and characters are allowed to intertwine, hence the need for the eleventh director. Segments were directed by a combination of veterans, up-and-comers, and actors such as Fatih Akin (“The Edge of Heaven”), Brett Ratner (the “Rush Hour” films), Mira Nair (“Monsoon Wedding”), Shekhar Kapur (“Elizabeth”) and actress Natalie Portman. It’s Portman (surprise!) who is the standout here, with her acting segment as a Jewish bride interacting with a diamond merchant (Irrfan Khan) and touching directing portion involving a young ‘manny’ (played by Cesar De Leon) and the young girl he’s watching. Ethan Hawke and Shia LaBeouf show new range (this LaBeouf kid can act!), while Julie Christie, Eli Wallach and Cloris Leachman remind us why they’re still great. Some of the individual sequences work and some don’t. It’s not a bad film, but it’s not high art, even though that appeared to be its aim. And while the transition director (Randall Balsmeyer) does sneak in some fleeting glimpses of New York landmarks, this film is otherwise not a particularly good postcard for the I Heart New York set. Rent it. ** (out of) **** (10/13/09) | |