Out of the dozens of reviews we’ve done since we started this blog, we’ve had only 10 A’s. For a movie to deserve a perfect rating here, it doesn’t have to be perfect: it needs to be different. It has to bring something new to the movie table, or do something old so well that it feels new. Here are our 10 ‘A’ reviews, as diverse as an obese teenager’s quest for societal independence or a man avenging his father’s death in 19th century America. (Side-note: though we rarely hand out straight A’s, we’ve also only awarded one F… to a movie ironically called The A-Team.)
The biggest crime perpetuated by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences (Peter Travers of Rolling Stone prefers “Farts and Biases” and I tend to agree) this year is ignoring Spike Jonze’s Where the Wild Things Are. Today, you have the opportunity to partially correct that mistake by going out and renting or buying the film yourself and seeing what great work he has done.
Jonze had the audacity to adapt a 12-page, mostly illustrated children’s novel to the silver screen. Guess what? He succeeded admirably.
Wild Things is a beautifully told vision of childhood. The fears, anxieties, tribulations and joys told through the eyes of a young boy named Max (portrayed by terrific child actor Max Records) are all brought to vivid, beautiful light in this film.