If You Can't Say Anything Nice...

There are several movies that I have greatly anticipated this year, but none more so than Spike Jonze's take on Maurice Sendak's wonderful children's book Where the Wild Things Are. From the moment I first heard about it I've been dreaming and hoping that it does things right where so many other adaptations of this sort get it completely wrong. No, I haven't seen it yet, but this review gives me hope, and does a fine (and frighteningly logical) job of spelling out what Hollywood would have done to the movie by putting it into another's hands.

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