Last night, with a takeaway, we watched Where the Wild Things Are. The film was about a lonely 9-year-old boy called Max [who wears a wolf costume] with an active imagination who’s often too much for his mother to control.
One night Max and his mother have an argument and he runs away. Max finds a small boat in a pond, which he gets into and sails away. Sailing across the ocean, Max eventually reaches an island. Still in wolf costume, he explores the island and stumbles upon a group of six large ‘Wild Things’. Unlike adults these creatures listen to everything Max has to say, they exclaim and converse and listen to him as he describes things to them in his vivid imagination. They declare him as their king.
What ensues is a joyous and exhilarating journey. The first order Max declares as king is a ‘wild rumpus’, in which the Wild Things merrily smash trees and tackle each other, ending with them all piling on one another then going to sleep, with Max at the center of the pile.
Soon Max discovers the Wild Things are just like every other family, they have insecurities and issues all of their own. Most of the film is shot in Australia and the scenery is curious and otherworldly, the film is made all the more emotive by the Wild Things expressive faces. A soul-warming and beautiful story - watch it! Oh and the music was magic!
So anyway, happy Fridaaaaaay! We have a surprise for you in Louise’s Kitchen today, and I share the interiors of my new favourite interior designer. Next up, the sweetest biscuit recipe you will ever see…
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