(there was more written here, but i'm working on a project and i needed these paragraphs. i'm still leaving you the last bites of the review.)
the film is good. there is no plot, except that which we bring into the theater and project beneath the light. there is magic. there is violence. there is the haunted reality that the good guys can still devour you and that kindness still explodes in erratic emotions. the film declares that running from problems does work, but you still have to return. i've done my equal parts running and returning. well, maybe equal parts.
i give WHERE THE WILD THINGS are 4 belly-swamp raccoons out of 5. this story was already a classic: the film just reminded us why.