Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Where the Wild Things Are excites the kid in all of us (except maybe actual kids)


Somewhere in the world, a group of hipster parents are losing themselves in artsy anticipatory euphoria over the prospect of finding an excuse to expose their cherubic offspring to the world of Spike Jonze videos, and Adaptation, Being John Malkovich and possibly even Synecdoche, New York. And somewhere their children are innocently unaware of the afternoon they'll soon be spending in the theater cowering in fear as to why the big monsters are kinda scary and why they couldn't just watch their Paul Blart: Mall Cop DVD instead.



And then the children will inherit the earth... with critically acclaimed, visually stunning, creepy cute nightmares consumed with why their artistic parents ignored their cries for simple, unironic Walmart friendly fare. And we will all have won. Except for them. They will lose. Yum.

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