I’ve been talking with quite a few people lately about “Where the Wild Things Are,” and I have drawn a conclusion. I’ve found that people who’d never read the book as a child, or had it read to them as the case may be, have trouble reading it for the first time as adults. They just don’t understand it. Reading it as an adult, you might just see a bratty little kid whom things always work out for. But I think part of the magic of this book is having it read to you while you are mesmerized by the illustrations. Being young allows you to escape into the book and pretend that you are in the make-believe land with Max.
Whether you are a first timer, or have loved the book your whole life, seeing the movie will definitely allow you to escape into that dreamland that we all long for.