If Wal-Mart set up shop where the Wild Things are 1 of 2 things would happen. The Wild things would buy a plasma screen TV living vicariously through the Teens of Jersey shore, or Carol would buy a gun and shoot every body (at affordable prices!)

After Max bites his mom and runs away he finds him self lost in a world of magic and wonder. We soon find out there is very little magic and next to no wonder. The Wild Things are more like very intelligent adults with the disposition of 4 year old children. At first the viewer may believe that it's all apart of Max's imagination and how to deal with the changes in his life but then the viewer quickly realizes that Max is far to intelligent and creative a boy to dream up such boring brooding beasts.

Their in lies the problem with this film. When Wendy left wonderland it was bitter sweet. When Dorothy discovered there was no place like home we applauded but mourn the loss of OZ. When Alice crawled out of the Rabbit hole we were all relieved but wish she could return again one day. When Max arrives we can't wait for him to get the hell out of there.

Max is an excellent character and the actor that plays him deserves so much better then this script. Before and after the wild things Max (played by Max Records) shows us the innocent and harsh reality of childhood at an end. With the Wild Things we are shown this same vision through the eyes of an adult that doesn't remember what it's like to be an imaginative child. Max Records is brilliant. Orson Scott Card if you're out there, we found our Andrew Wiggin for Ender's Game. Now that would be a wild ride I'd pay to see.