Holy Sendak-by-way-of-Spike Jonze. I just watched the new trailer for Where the Wild Things Are, and I’m simultaneously trying to make the goosebumps go away while finding the right superlatives. Can’t… multitask… too… enamored. Dammit! You know, sometimes a trailer is constructed so delicately, and yet hits so hard… like a velvet hammer wrapped in silk. Or in this case, a furry paw that smacks you… in the heeeeart. Throw in a little Arcade Fire music and my eyes are fire hydrants. I think I need to work some things out with my therapist. Oh, right. I stopped going to him when I took this job.
Enjoy a good joyful sob (and the trailer) after the jump.