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DIY Wild Things Megapost

Published November 24, 2009 by Graham

A month after the premiere, people around the globe are still creating amazing homages to Where the Wild Things Are. We’ve received so many great emails in the past few weeks, we had to share a few of our favorites. Check out the parade of adorable costumes and art projects. These smiling wolf-suited kids are so sweet, I can already feel the diabetes setting in.

Spanish street artist Rodriguez Ledesma transformed a crumbling wall into a vision of Carol taking Max for a ride. Max Records sent us that fantastic photo of a jack-o-lantern– carved by his social studies teacher. Stop-motion animator Jessica Bayliss‘ larger than life Carol costume is one of the most brilliantly detailed we’ve seen yet. And cartoonist Steven Weissman’s sketches of the Wild Things playing chess and Rampage (the arcade classic) are positively inspired.

Last but not least, don’t miss this clip of rad pint-sized skater George Karvounis tearing up the skate park in a Max costume!

Even Dwarfs Started Small

Published November 5, 2009 by Graham

Dwarfs destroying a palm tree in Werner Herzog's Even Dwarfs Started Small

Werner Herzog has spent his whole life a maverick — he’s not the type of filmmaker who plays the “one for me, one for them” game, satiating studio executives in between forgotten passion projects. Herzog just doesn’t give a hoot. Rather than working his way up the industry ladder, he simply stole a camera from the Munich Film School, made some oddball shorts and documentaries, and then released an audaciously lunatic feature film in 1970 called Even Dwarfs Started Small.

Foreshadowing the spirit of anarchic glee that would take the world by storm through Jackass and its derivatives three decades later, Even Dwarfs Started Small is a delirious orgy of mayhem-cum-art film. With a threadbare narrative (a hoarde of little people go wild in the wake of a jailbreak from an abusive institution), Herzog sets the stage for one of his most spontaneous and startling masterpieces. He merely allows the film to revel in the increasingly mad escapades it portrays until the final frame. Best of all, Herzog doesn’t force the audience to approach Even Dwarfs with a critical eye, never imposing the pretense of a deeper meaning or a moral imperative behind the work. You can read what you want into the monkey crucifism, or the plight of the deposed dwarf despot– or you can just sit back and enjoy the carnage.