Let the wild rumpus start
The brothers Warner may or may not have pulled the plug on Spike Jonze’s “Where the Wild Things Are,” which sucks, because hearing about little kids running out of the theater in abject fear only makes me want to see it more. And it could make for a great viral marketing campaign. Security camera footage of wailing children fleeing, their mumu-clad moms huffing and puffing after them. “What scarred little Jimmy for life? Find out in theaters Summer 2009.” Eh, maybe not.
But until then, Adidas has up a truly strange and fantastic Michael Seiben commercial that ends up being somewhat close to the Maurice Sendak classic, at least in spirit. (Click on “Seiben” and then “video” in the lower right.) I was a big fan of Seiben’s Thrasher column, though it seemed like he got bored with it pretty quick, and he appears way less overweight and hairy than I imagined, for some reason. Hopefully his new Roger endeavor works out better than the ill-fated Bueno.
Off topic, Sidewalk and others are reporting that London’s Southbank spot won’t be redeveloped, good news for anybody who enjoys skateboarding, tipping beers and waving at the cops as they pass by.