Ultimately, however, I believed in the relationship that I was witnessing and truly wanted them to find their place in the world.

The fact that this romance was counterbalanced by comedy that kept the theatre audience constantly howling with laughter also helped, which is a vote of confidence if I ever heard one!

He seems to be searching with his camera for some deeper meaning that just isn’t in the story, hoping that a certain frame will bring out the profound in the editing room. The acting buoys neither story nor misdirection. Krasinski isn’t the best leading man, but I found Maya Rudolph to be the most tolerable I’ve ever found her. (Still, not ideal situations.)

I’d like to give Eggers the benefit of the doubt, though— it took him 2 novels and a set of short stories to come into his own as a writer, and able to write from the perspective of someone other than himself (What Is The What). Maybe this was the personal narrative version of his excursion into screenplays, as many autobiographical elements were transparent throughout. Here’s to hoping that Where The Wild Things Are takes it to that next level…