Where The Wild Things Are

Happy Halloween my dears – or if you prefer, Pagan Celebration of Changing Seasons. NYC is already full of pumpkin-brimming streets, falling leaves, blazing yellow in the sunlight through the blue sky of October. I am contemplating (if only I can find a wild rumpus to partake in) going as Max-in-a-wolf-suit for Halloween. Think about it: You’d be warm, somewhat disguised, able to climb any fences that posed a problem, and crunch as many sticks and evil pumpkins as you like!!! Gemma is going as a crazed Elvis fan – which is genius – because at the moment she IS a crazed Elvis fan, and all the while I am wondering where this year has gone. Is it really nearly November? Time doesn’t just fly when you’re having fun, I think it disintegrates! It becomes sub-existent to the existence of greatness, those big visceral paint strokes of life.

PS. Where the Wild Things are was shot in Australia (pride!) – I saw the film on Saturday, which was an absolute TREAT – however, neither I nor Jon were too impressed with the script (it seems to be more about being a kid, than a movie for any particular demographic, which is cool, but as Richard Rushfield warned recently via Defamer, “This is not a Spike Jonze movie based on a Charlie Kaufman script; after spending years teaching writing to children, Dave Eggers [co-writer] appears to be suffering from Stockholm Syndrome and believes that grown-ups should write like six year olds rather than for them.”) However, upon witnessing the first shot of a windswept beach – I could feel in my blood that I was looking at brisk, rugged, Australia. It was like the image was in my genetic code – I just needed to see the waves crash and the wind blow to know that that’s an Australian wave, an Australian dune.

Rather weird to see all that on an IMAX screen as big as a building, and up on an NY street much higher than I usually venture, dozens of numbers North: 66th? 72nd? What a wild and wonderful world. Did I mention that I love Life?

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“Nine-tenths of wisdom is appreciation. Go find somebody’s hand and squeeze it, while there’s time.” (Dale Dauten)