On Sunday we went to see Where The Wild Things Are.

I wish we would have skipped it.

It was awful. AWFUL.

(this is a spoiler alert, if you don’t want to know what happens then don’t read on)

 

There was so much disrespect, fighting, and I’m pretty sure I heard a few swear words in there too.

My daughter burst into tears when one of the wild things, KW, threw a big rock at a flying bird, making it fall to the ground. And then KW did it again to another bird. I’m not surprised that it affected Zoe as much as it did, this summer she was devastated when a little boy at camp stomped on a butterfly that she had just saved.

As it turns out, the birds were owls, and they were KW’s friends. FRIENDS! And that was how KW got their attention. But Zoe was totally appalled by it. I flinched a bit too, and now that I think of it, pelting a friend with a rock really isn’t very nice. I can’t imagine I’d have very many friends if I threw rocks at them.

Anyhow, this was the point in the movie that Zoe decided to put her sweatshirt over her head because she couldn’t watch it anymore. About 10 minutes later the wild things started a war with each other, and then I couldn’t even follow what in the heck was going on.

Next thing I know, Zoe’s bawling and asking to leave the movie because it’s too scary.

So her and I left.

Granted I didn’t see the last 15 minutes, but my husband did, and that’s good enough for me and we both agree: Where The Wild Things Are is THE STUPIDEST MOVIE EVER.

And 100% not kid appropriate.

Especially when Max jumped on the kitchen counter at the beginning of the movie and shouted at his mother: “MAKE ME SOME FOOD WOMAN!”