Last night, I saw "Where the Wild Things Are" for the very first time. It was wonderful. So compelling, yet so simple. It's a journey through the imagination on the way to self-discovery. The parallels between The Real World and Where the Wild Things Are are so great and beautiful, it makes me wish all of life's lessons could be taught by carousing with giant, big-headed, hairy beasts. I was moved by Max's affinity with Carol, touched by KW's motherly presence, and overcome with the fantastic beauty of it all. I couldn't help it — I cried like a baby when Max left the island. I had to work through most of the end credits to pull myself back together. There's not much else to say about it, just my own meek little "thank you." Thank you to those dreamers and creators who bring a little magic into this all-too-muggle world. I don't know what I'd do without you.
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