Paper-crown kingdom and a midnight rumpus
“Let the wild rumpus start!” shouted a college-aged male at the midnight showing last Thursday night of Where the Wild Things Are. He was clad in matching cloud pajamas and he completed his tribute to the boy king of of the wild things by wearing a Burger King paper crown.
Like most everyone there, we’d found out, courtesy of Twitter, that Mission Valley in Raleigh would be hosting an early showing of the film. Our excitement was two-fold: This was, amazingly enough, Spike Jonze’s first theatrical feature film in seven years—since Adaptation—but also because Maurice Sendak’s children’s book is a staple of for three generations of children. We were curious to see how Jonze would turn a 338-word picture book into a 94-minute film.
Judging from the turnout of 20-somethings at the midnight screening, we weren’t the only ones intrigued.
