Jumpsuits & Teleporters
Whitney Dail was born in Alexandria, VA to a Naval aviator and an artist-entrepreneur, and was raised in Annapolis, MD. For five years, Whitney worked as a graphic designer in the comic book industry but returned to school in 2009 to pursue a better-suited Master's degree in Arts Administration. She is currently in the process of writing and researching her thesis on expanding art, science, and technology interactions in U.S. cultural institutions.
Credit: Image by Jonathan Yoerger.
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Where the Wild Things Are: An Exercise in Nostalgia
True: Where the Wild Things Are is an emotionally charged movie. Whether or not it counts as a PG-rated children’s movie or not is arbitrary because the real audience is actually the grown-up. I can’t remember the book. However, I do remember the connection and the sense of belonging that I felt when I read it so long ago. Maurice Sendak’s story inspired Spike Jonze’s movie so I wouldn’t really call it an adaptation. Like a lot of my friends, I grew up reading Sendak’s books. It is marvelous that Sendak believed and understood that children are knowledgeable and aware of their surroundings more than grown-ups think they are. Jonze definitely acknowledges this sentiment in the movie. Besides the amazing recreation of the wild things, the whimsically down-to-earth sets, and the quiet acting, the movie was an unforgettably nostalgic moment in an hour and thirty-four minutes. As the Small Faces say, “It’s all too beautiful.”
