Where The Wild Things Are Sucked Monster Balls

It looks good. In fact, it looks incredible.

The kid is an ultra brat, so you don’t want him to be an example to your kids.

The creatures are heavily medicated, or need they some coffee.

The emotional weight of the film is too heavy for kiddies, it’s just too dark.

It sucks for adults, cliched and boring.

It did look good, but it raped Sendak’s book with a dry cactus.

Most decent parents will feel ambushed.

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Stop here if you don’t want the blog beating of your life…

‘Kay… you were warned.

Where The Wild Things Are is a movie by a Gen X loser who must incorporate his narcissistic Kurt Cobain Nirvana bullshit into a kids film. The whole fantasy of running away to meet monster friends is lost when the monster friends suck as bad as your home life.

This is a trend of adults mixing into kid’s movies. Hey adults, you have so completely f***ed up your own films, so please leave the kid’s films alone.

The loser brigade of middle aged women who obsess over the Twilight books will love Where The Wild Things Are. Adults with the minds of children are obviously the target audience.

Things are hard at home, leave.

Things are hard at the new place, leave.

The first two marriages of most baby boomers described in two sentences.

Put the lame high school trash novels down, open up an email and ask Spike Jonze why he violated a film that should send kids over the rainbow with the problems of family dysfunction.

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