Among the wreckage of this morning's Oscars, we find Where the Wild Things Are: not only eaten up and spit out by the hype machine earlier this year but also a lesson in "No You Can't" for the dreamy sad youngs. Oh, Hollywood, where dreams go to die, etc., whatevs.
What happened to the dog in that film? We see it in the opening scene and then it's gone. My theory is Max accidentally kills it while roughhousing and that's why he's so distraught throughout the rest of the movie.
'Fantastic Mr. Fox' is such a superior film.
SO true. But it doesn't shower you with either warm, sticky, amorphous sentiment, nor human viscera, so the chances for an Oscar were slim to begin with.
I was really really hoping that there was a secret Academy law that would make Up ineligible for the animated category once it found a spot in the top ten best picture list.
Fox's omission from the screenplay category is the most glaring snub of today's nominations. What the cuss were they thinking?!
Ohthatscriptwasoooooogood!!!
I took my 8-year-old a while back, and the second the movie ended, she looked up and said "I want to see it again." So we went back the next week.
Then she asked me to take her to Alvin and the Chipmunks: the Squeakquel, and I said no fucking way.
This endorsement makes me doubly bummed we missed it in the theaters. DVD any time soon?
She actually went a third time, not with me, although I would have been willing.
Shur. I'd like to have a $32 million failure. In my first weekend.
Oscar, Schmascar. Up-and most other nominees-will be forgotten in a decade and Where the Wild Things Are will be loved for decades.