Ouch

After not nearly enough sleep, I managed to crawl out of bed at about 14:00. Pretty much every muscle in my body - including some I didn't know existed is aching and event the simplest of tasks that involves moving hurts. More proof if it were needed that I am terribly unfit. The most painful thing I have done today is sneeze which it turns out uses rather a lot of muscles - coupled with the fact that I am normally incapable of sneezing only once, generally three times, so that was quite a prolonged period of pain.

For the rest of the day I decided that I didn't have the necessary energy to work and so I ended up watching Where the Wild Things Are. I'm not entirely sure what the film was actually about but it was fun nonetheless. I had been wanting to see it for a while now but never really got round to it. It's definitely not a film for the kids - despite containing sort of animated / consumed bear like creatures because it deals with some pretty deep emotional issues like loneliness and anger but for anyone over the age of about 15 perhaps, they should 'get' it.

It is an abstract film which takes places in the world created by the imagination of a child - we assume. The central character Max runs who is about nine years old, runs away from his family after feeling neglected and misunderstood by his mum and sister. He finds himself on a remote island inhabited by 'the wild things' and seems to spend a long time with them. The timeline of the story is not entirely clear and when Max returns home at the end of the film it seems that only a few hours have passed in the 'real world' (based solely on the reaction of his mum on seeing him).

There is a sort of moral to the story when Max proclaims himself king of the wild things because as he tries to make them have fun, he starts a war and proclaims several of the wild things to be 'bad guys'. When they are injured during the battle, he realises that what he has done is bad and that he has hurt and excluded good people/things. He also seems to learn that he misses his family and that perhaps he needs to be a bit more patient rather than being the centre of attention all the time and to me these themes seem slightly deep for a nine year old to be experiencing. I can't remember what I was doing when I was nine but I would like to think that these issues were still above me and that I still had an innocence to enjoy. Nevertheless, it was a very good and well made film and I would highly recommend it.