Breaking News! This just in!

Apparently, the wild things are at a theater near you and have raked in over $32 million their first weekend.

Now before I get to the meat of this blog post, here's a little side helpin' of some smashed taters with butter and gravy on the side.  After openings for movies like Transformers and Iron Man, am I jaded if my first thought was, "Is that it...only $32 mil?"

Now to the meat wherein I follow up with my last blog now that I have spoken to my son.  The one who inspired me to write about all this wild thing stuff in the first place.

Yes!  He did see it.  Yes!  He was not disappointed and did love it.  Yes!  He was thrilled the film was more about using Muppet-style filming than CGI.  Yes!  He was in shock that I had never read the book before since it truly is one of his most beloved.

And finally, YES! Doesn't it sort of beg the question, "Where the hell was I during his childhood?"  Could be worse.  Could be porn.  Although...

He genre'd the movie as fantasy and reiterated that it is the sort of story he wants to tell with his movies.  The kind of movie where the boundaries of the real are blurred, so anything goes without being questioned. 

It made me think, "what if we are actually asleep when we think we are awake and more awake and alive when we are actually asleep?"  At least in the context of being so much more rigid in the real world about how things are supposed to be or they are not real.  What is real anyway?

Perhaps for a child reading the book "Where the Wild Things Are" for the first time, it is the described and brilliantly illustrated journey that feels like it took years to this place of fantasy that seems so real...so true to the child and child-like experience that ensures this story will hold a perpetually fond place in their heart.

And maybe it's pure fantasy and writer's drivel to believe such a thing.  For me, my appreciation and love will always be extended to anything that allows me to share moments of joy with my boy.