Feeling special. Feeling unique. Being appreciated, or rather, being loved. Sometimes we feel like tiny grains of sand in this enormous hourglass that is the world, and we realize that life, at its core, is this. We are just people... amidst the crowd.

Max is a child; he likes to daydream, create friends, and entire imaginary worlds. Max wants to be special. A globe for Max “the king of his world” is the last memory left to him by his father. A mother too busy with work and an older sister who have no time for him. Max is alone. He wears a gray squirrel costume and sets off, not knowing where to, perhaps it's a journey of imagination, perhaps a dream, perhaps it's real, perhaps...

In the “land of the wild things.” This is the destination. An island populated by huge puppets that seek only one thing in life: happiness. They are monsters. No, they are us. They are us, humans, at our most childlike (therefore most true) moments. Yes, the wild things are humans. And Max will become their king.

A deep and intense film by Spike Jonze, who, after the two beautiful “Being John Malkovich” and “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”, offers us a fanciful, fun, and sentimental fairy tale. The wild things are psychological models, a mirror of the real world. The dreamy and impulsive Carol is Max's alter ego, with whom he immediately forms a great friendship; both want to be loved and considered but do not know how to control themselves, becoming violent and irrational. KW, loved by Carol, is the mother figure, representing Max's mother and all his need for affection. Then there are the enormous Ira, the jealous Judith, the trusted friend Douglas, Alexander, always on the sidelines and snubbed by everyone, and The bull, silent and observant.

A fantastic world to understand the real world. A descent into the imaginary accompanied by one of the most evocative soundtracks ever heard. A masterpiece.

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