A sad wild rumpus
“Where the Wild Things Are” is a classic book. I grew up on it, like millions of others. So a trip to the theater to see the new film was something I had been looking forward to since seeing the trailers for it months ago. I wouldn’t say the film is disappointing. It was a good show. But it wasn’t the book. Little from the book was recognizable, other than the famous line, “Let the wild rumpus start!” For one thing, Max is dealing with the...
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Melissa Smith
The Chanute Tribune
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