They are making a movie out of Where The Wild Things Are.
(This was my honest-to-god first reaction. I read "the news" in some bulletin and I typed this into a reply. I had intended it to be short and to the point, but then I looked up and this is what was on my screen. I then copy-pasted it into a notepad and did not reply to the Poster of night-ruining bulletins. I did however, save the rant for you.)
NO! NO NO NO NO NO!!!
My favorite everybody knows, nobody abuses childhood memory is about to be raped. When this book comes up in conversation I am overjoyed- every time. Its always a mid-conversation realization that everybody knows and loves it and it reminds me that I, too, love it. It is about to be, though, something that everyone talks about to prove something. That book meant a lot to me and I want to read it to Will before its stretched and pumped to 119 minutes and all the genuine imagination it conjures for a child is formatted and handed to them. I'm pissed. Oh God I'm pissed.
I treasure the moments I have to think back on the stories read and read to me as a kid that I can pinpoint as having had a profound impact on my imagination and development. The point is that there are so few of them that are not now mass-produced movies and franchises. Does it not strike you that we are being robbed? And I know that "adapting this book will bring it to a wider range of kids and reintroduce it to a whole new generation!!" I still feel let down somehow. The next generation may not even have those moments because everything will come out as book-movie combo's with video games and McDonalds toys! I just....ugh....I'm out of steam...I'm gonna sit here for the next half-hour and convince myself that I'm overreacting...
Its funny though, I found a complete set of Where the Wild Things Are dolls a while ago and I envied them so much it hurt. I had never seen anything like them. It was like finding my diamond in the rough- and even that feeling is in vain now. Because soon they will be everywhere.
I'll burn all of Hollywood down before I let them turn Heckedy Peg into a movie. That's all I Have left to say right now.
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NO! NO NO NO NO NO!!!
My favorite everybody knows, nobody abuses childhood memory is about to be raped. When this book comes up in conversation I am overjoyed- every time. Its always a mid-conversation realization that everybody knows and loves it and it reminds me that I, too, love it. It is about to be, though, something that everyone talks about to prove something. That book meant a lot to me and I want to read it to Will before its stretched and pumped to 119 minutes and all the genuine imagination it conjures for a child is formatted and handed to them. I'm pissed. Oh God I'm pissed.
I treasure the moments I have to think back on the stories read and read to me as a kid that I can pinpoint as having had a profound impact on my imagination and development. The point is that there are so few of them that are not now mass-produced movies and franchises. Does it not strike you that we are being robbed? And I know that "adapting this book will bring it to a wider range of kids and reintroduce it to a whole new generation!!" I still feel let down somehow. The next generation may not even have those moments because everything will come out as book-movie combo's with video games and McDonalds toys! I just....ugh....I'm out of steam...I'm gonna sit here for the next half-hour and convince myself that I'm overreacting...
Its funny though, I found a complete set of Where the Wild Things Are dolls a while ago and I envied them so much it hurt. I had never seen anything like them. It was like finding my diamond in the rough- and even that feeling is in vain now. Because soon they will be everywhere.
I'll burn all of Hollywood down before I let them turn Heckedy Peg into a movie. That's all I Have left to say right now.
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