I'm watching Where the Wild Things Are right now. During the promos, the Arcade Fire song from the trailer sent me and Betsy into spasms of nostaligia and melancholy. We meant to watch it in theatre and never did.
Ok. I better get off the computer and pay attention. Max is scratching his name into his boat now. I'll tell you how it is.
UPDATE: End credits are rolling and I was sorely disappointed. So many beautiful moments, perfect imagery and music...but it just didn't come together well. It was boring and way too long. The wild things were spot on though. I want to sleep in a big monster furry pile after a wild rumpus, like Max did his first night as king.
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