I very much remember Maurice Sendak’s art from when I was a kid, but I cannot honestly say I remember the story, other than Max gets sent to bed without dinner, goes to Where the Wild Things Are and then comes home. That allowed me to enjoy the story of the movie without comparing it to the book.
It was a quiet movie, in many senses, and I very much appreciated the way relationships were shown. However, I do not get why he got to eat chocolate cake after running away, since there was never an apology to his mother.
Tags: maurice sendak, movie review, where the wild things are