Wild Things: Yes, That's a Monster in My Box
Something is happening, though, and you can count on it to inspire scads of grad-school dissertations for years to come. In the same way that Spike's even-more-brilliant-than-I'd-remembered Being John Malkovich was all about a depressed guy who wants to slide into a weird actor's brain in order to escape his own crummy life, Wild Things has been blown out into a story about a sad and lonely kid who bites his mom and plunges into a Freudian stew of raging emotions in order to work through the pain of his parents' divorce. Think of Kramer Vs. Kramer from the point of view of the kid—as he lunges into the howling fantasy world of his own subconscious.
Or don't. There's always the possibility, as suggested by a video mash-up called Where the Girls Gone Wild Things Are, that the whole thing's just about a kid getting his first woody.
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