That's what Chris (my son) texted me after he saw "Where the Wild Things Are," which he did not like.
"Can I blog your quote?"
"Anything more I can add?"
"The movie had the worst ponderous quality you could imagine in an adult art movie with the inaneness of a children's tv show. I can't imagine any child enjoying it. It also had a loud, abrasive element when Max was playing with the wild things that really came across as being a vision of childhood from someone who hates children but remembers being depressed as a child and therefore feels a vague connection to depressed children."
And that last part is definitely the longest text mesage I've ever received.