Um... was this for kids?
This movie started pretty dark; stayed there; got darker; turned somber at the end and never let up.
This was an exceptionally depressing, but fully realized film. It was shot magnificently but seemed like it was for an audience not quite what the rating seemed to aim for.
The book, when I was young, was one of my favorite -- certainly not because I empathized with Max or even liked him, but more-so for the imagery and the conceptual idea behind the book.
Seeing such a true-to-life depiction of the wild things in all their fully realized glory was a true sight to behold. Yet at the same time there was this nagging feeling of guilt and sadness, as if I wasn't supposed to enjoy the film because the film didn't want me to enjoy it.
In this regard, I must say that this was a very strange film. I can't imagine it being an uplifting or entertaining movie to many young kids; and I do question how they'll reflect upon the overall story in years to pass as they grow older... having this depressing, psycho-analytical fairy-tale stuck in their minds, dissecting away at layers of the human conscious they probably won't ever understand.
Hm...
That's all.