Where the Wild Things Are was visually stunning and emotionally rich. The cinematography and the writing captured the sheer rawness of adolescence: the tumult, the freedom and the confusion of deeply felt emotions. A fan of the screenwriter Dave Eggers since reading his similarly moving book, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, I continue to be blown away by his talent. His words are true to the core, they make me want to write, to photograph, to continue to create art in a way that is genuine.
That I saw this movie as a mother and a few weeks until my 30th birthday seems fitting. That I am squarely between my own bewildering adolescence, a time when I took everything to heart but felt incomplete, and my fulfilling but less perceptive adulthood made the movie that much more poignant. Knowing that my own daughter will one day have to navigate those same complicated adolescent waters was an overwhelming reminder of life cycles.
Above all, the movie was a strange and beautiful tribute to the unbridled wisdom of youth and an inspiration.