Jennifer Moody

Sorry, Pete, but I’m with J. Jonah Jameson on this one. You may never work in this town again.

All I could think, as both of my Princesses pushed past me at the church soup supper, one to grab first choice from all the desserts, the other to start dishing up her chicken noodle even before the priest said grace, was: “Laura and Mary would never shame their Ma like this.”

Did I like the new movie “Where the Wild Things Are”?

… Yes. Yes, I think I can say that I did.

If a movie wants to take you on its own ride, sans book luggage, it should just do it already, under another title, and quit trying to pretend it’s anything like its inspiration.

Here’s a backward compliment to a movie that sorta kinda did this: “Barbie and the Three Musketeers.”

I don’t consider myself an unreasonable purist when it comes to movies made from books. I realize a novel isn’t a screenplay, some changes need to be made, some story elements need to be sacrificed. I realize, too, that sometimes you need to add elements for the sake of character development or plot movement or whatever. I’m OK with that.

But when you make changes so drastic that pretty much the only thing that remains of the original story is its title, I have to ask: WHY BOTHER MAKING A MOVIE WITH THAT TITLE??

So to date I’ve read the first book and seen the first movie. Verdict: Not bad, although I have some criticisms.

Maybe it’s the age or state of life. Were I a teenage girl (without two daughters), I would loveloveloveLOVE this story. How sweet! How sad! How incredibly romantic! Wouldn’t you want to just run off with Edward the vampire right now, human life (literally) be damned?