A Journey into the Human-Child Psyche
"There's a really good lesson in there," I told my son Dominic after seeing the movie. "But I need to think about it."
He quietly nodded and said "yeah," as if to agree or just appease his always thinking dad. (Silence can be difficult to judge in people. In my case, I usually think a lot more than I talk, but few words should never be mistaken for nothing going-on upstairs...thank goodness for writing or my head would probably explode.)
Where The Wild Things Are begins with Max, a spirited young boy with adventure on the mind and a mischievous streak as wide as an ear-to-ear grin. He could be any boy really, and perhaps any girl too, but I'll stick with the gender I know better.
Max comes from a broken home. He has a mother who loves him very much...and a sister too, whom Max loves and admires very much. No father, both woman are Max's sole protectors and bastions of stability. And therein lies a clue to Max's troubles.
His sister is getting older, hanging-out more with friends and less with family. Max is feeling the pain of her desertion. Not able to see the bigger dynamic...that this is all a part of growing-up...Max takes his sister's separation as rejection, treachery even. To make things doubly worse, Max's mom has a new boyfriend. Bottom line, Max's already incomplete family...his world really...is falling apart.
So he lashes out...his young mind unable to comprehend what's going on...lacking words to express and process...the little wolf growls and goes on a rampage...attacking everything around him...hurting those he loves the most...those who most love him.