The first in a series for the new Awl Music app.
I could have chosen David Bowie's "Ashes to Ashes," because it was the first video I ever saw when staying with my family at my grandmother's house in Kent. (It was late 1980, if my calculations are correct.) I watched an entire cricket match because I thought videos only existed in England (by deduction) and that if I waited around, the video might show up again. "Hey D.J." was more important, though, because it gave me an idea, though vague.
I was a senior in high school when I saw "Hey D.J." in 1984. The clip [...]
Maurice Sendak said it first: "I thought it was never going to end." If you've ever been through family therapy, you've had the same thought. And this is what director Spike Jonze and screenwriter Dave Eggers have reduced Where The Wild Things Are to-a glum ninety-minute session where emotions are projected onto big fuzzy creatures who look like nested Russian dolls bleached of color, blown up and covered in hairy mildew. The creatures serve therapy, not dreams or fantasy. They embody the vexations of a boy named Max, but none of his desires or imagined ecstasies. And if you've read Where The Wild Things Are, you probably think it [...]