While the Iron Man trailer below lifted my spirits, the news I’m about to impart has me pretty damn sad. It’s been revealed that Where The Wild Things Are has not only been pushed back to October of 2009, but the studio executives are thinking of re-shooting AND rewriting the script without the help of Dave Eggers. The reason? It scared kids.
I found this really amazing letter from someone who’s seen the movie and decided to write Harry Knowles over at Ain’t It Cool News to try and get the support the movie needs to keep it in it’s current state. Reading the letter you truly begin to understand how absolutely this amazing could be. It’s no longer just a children’s book, it’s a movie about childhood, and how hard it can be growing up. The Wild Things now represent different aspects of Max, and his relationships with his family. The idiots at Warner Bros. seem to think that this movie should be nothing but box office fodder filled with pathetic computer graphics and whimsical characters.
I really hope they executives at WB don’t fuck this up, because if they leave it the way it is, I have no doubt in my mind they would not only have a blockbuster, but it would be critically acclaimed and a classic for the years to come. If you have a blog, or a Myspace, or anything else, please pass this information along so that the shitheads at Warner Bros. can possibly realize how idiotic they’re truly being.
You can read the letter that was sent to AICN here, and I’ve also pasted it under the cut as well.
Iâ€™m writing to you tonight out of desperation. I heard through the grapevine that Spike Jonzeâ€™s Where the Wild Things Are is in danger of being recast, rewritten, and reshot. Having seen an early cut in December, all I can say is Iâ€™m beside myself with shock and dismay at this news. But before we delve any further into that, I feel I should explain why this is the most terrible news Iâ€™ve heard since Michael Bay created Platinum Dunes.
Iâ€™m afraid that to do so, I must take you into spoiler territoryâ€¦
I really canâ€™t begin to tell you how much I love this film. Even in its most incomplete form, WTWTA is startlingly dark, adult and deep, but itâ€™s also the most accurate depiction of childhood and that moment where we begin to lose our naÃ¯ve thoughtless innocence that Iâ€™ve ever seen. Take, for example, Carroll, the WT voiced by James Gandolfini. Heâ€™s both Maxâ€™s best friend and a jealous, petty, violent monster. Itâ€™s positively heart-wrenching and scary to watch, but at the same time itâ€™s completely understandable because heâ€™s hurt and acting out because heâ€™s losing touch with his sister whoâ€™s outgrowing him, much like Maxâ€™s sister back in the real world. Iâ€™m sure youâ€™ve seen the test clip by now, the one with the line â€œYeah, robots are the best.â€ The one where the WT, Carroll, simply turns and walks away from Max, his heart breaking on the screen. Thatâ€™s pretty much how this movie in a nutshellâ€”in the most wonderful way possible.
That one simple bit, how a child can say something so seemingly innocent without thinking, about how a simple statement can have devastating effects weâ€™re almost completely unaware ofâ€”or could possible anticipateâ€”is central to the story. Max, according to reports, is considered â€œunlikableâ€ by the studio execs handling this movie. I donâ€™t see that at all. Max is a lonely, frustrated child whose older sister has no time for him and neither does his single mother. He wants what every child wants: to be loved, paid attention to, understood, and heâ€™s not getting that and heâ€™s too young to really know how to get what he wantsâ€”he lacks the ability to articulate those feelings because, on some unconscious level, he doesnâ€™t really understand them yet. He does what all creatures do when theyâ€™re angry and frustrated: he lashes out. Then he runs away to the world of the Wild Things.
The Wild Things are wonderful because theyâ€™re so perfectly a product of Maxâ€™s imagination. They talk like him and they understand him without explanation. Max runs away after his mother yells at him for soaking his sisterâ€™s bedroomâ€”an act of retaliation against her because she let her friends bully him. â€œYou could have caused permanent damage to the floorboards!â€ his mother shouts. Later, while talking to one of the WTs before bed, Max explains why he ran away. â€œI caused permanent damage.â€ He doesnâ€™t need to explain any furtherâ€”his new friend understands.
At the same time, the WTs become a valuable learning tool for Max. They declare him their king, which seems like a pretty neat idea. But WTs, like people, need a leader who takes care of them. Max tries his best to lead, but what does he know? Heâ€™s just a kid and he makes lousy choices that upset and in some cases physically harm his new friends. To me, this is Max beginning to understand one of the most important lessons of childhood: heâ€™s not the only person in the world who matters and that life is equally lonely, hard, and painful for everyone around him. He really gets a taste of what it must be like to be a grownup and have to worry about other people (only in this case thereâ€™s always that chance that they will eat him if he screws up too badly). The WTs also embody his personal relationships among themselves: thereâ€™s a brother/sister duo, a mother & son, an angry and frustrated one and another whoâ€™s so shy that he only speaks to Max once. By allowing him to see mirror images of his personal relationships/aspects of his personality, the WTs are allowing him the opportunity to safely come to terms with his own issues. The movie ends with him coming home and hugging his mother. Thatâ€™s it. No big conversation about where heâ€™s been or what heâ€™s done. Just a hug. â€œI get it now/Iâ€™m sorry/its okay/I love youâ€ itâ€™s all there in that one moment.
Needless to say, this isnâ€™t a movie for childrenâ€”itâ€™s a movie about childhood and the first fleeting moments where you start to become aware of the world around you and realize youâ€™re not the center of the universe. This is a movie for parents to share with their children when they get older, when theyâ€™re dealing with these same feelings of being hurt and lonely and unloved and misunderstood. This is a movie for old friends to watch together, to remind them of their childhood in a much more profound way than simply by geeking out about days past, movies we loved and our favorite toys (which it seems are now coming back as movies). This is one of those rare timeless movies that people will revisit again and again and again throughout their life, each time finding something different to love.
This movie is Fred Savageâ€™s grandfather saying â€œAs you wishâ€ at the end of The Princess Bride.
This movie is the look Susan gives to 12-year-old Josh as he walks away at the end of Big.
This movie is River Phoenix fading away at the end of Stand by Me.
This movie is important and special. Spike made this movie for us.
We have to save it.
Iâ€™m writing to you tonight because I think you might be the only person in the world who understands where Iâ€™m coming from and because I want you to understand that we canâ€™t let this film slip away. Iâ€™ve read your site for so long that I feel like we could almost be friends. While I sometimes disagree with your reviews (Hatchet), I have a deep admiration for your ability to approach every film you watch with and open mind and an open heart. Thereâ€™s always a moment or two in your writing where I marvel at how your mind operatesâ€”your King Kong review comes to mind. The only thing I remember is a comment you made about the brontosaurus stampede and how tragic it was that these magnificent creatures are going to die slowly at the hands of time and the teeth of predators in a crumpled broken heap. I read that before seeing the movie; when I did see it, I was saddened by that scene because I couldnâ€™t get the imagery of â€œtwo weeks later after the boat is goneâ€ out of my head. Itâ€™s for little things like this that you need to see WTWTA.
Please, Harry, help me save this movie from becoming The Cat in the Hat. I donâ€™t know where to begin. Even some adviceâ€”anythingâ€”would be helpful. I donâ€™t want to be just another wackjob with an online petition. This needs to be more than that. This needs to be a united front: movie geeks, fanboys, cinephiles and anyone else who is as starved and desperate for the return of truly magical storytelling. This is that return. We canâ€™t let it slip through our fingers.
Even if I canâ€™t change the cinematic world, I would love to at the very least scream loud enough so that Spike & Dave Eggars and company hear us and know that we support them even if the studio does not. I canâ€™t imagine how hard it must be to make such a deeply personal film and have it shredded for the sake of slapping some cartoon monsters on lunch boxes. If I can, in any way, make it known to them that they (just like Max) arenâ€™t alone, Iâ€™ll consider this at the very least a bittersweet victory. I love the work of these men dearly and I canâ€™t bear to think of how discouraging this must be on both a professional and a creative level. I want them to continue to challenge and entertain me, and I want them to know it. Please, help me try and make a difference. For all of us.
Help me Obi-Geek Kenobi, youâ€™re my only hope.