Ah, childhood memories. For most of us we remember our childhood through rose coloured glasses. At least I do. Nearly all my memories of childhood are positive. This includes movies I watched back when I wasn’t so cynical and demanding. Some movies stand the test of time, like Back to the Future, Raiders of the Lost Ark and Star Wars, which are as entertaining today as they were when I first saw them. But others are strictly for that time when your expectations were simple, and all it took were broad themes and straightforward storytelling to make you happy. The latter is the case with ‘Flight of the Navigator’, a film I loved as a kid, but haven’t seen for over twenty years. Writing that sentence makes me sad.
Most of us remember our childhood fondly. At least, I do. I remember the fort, fishing for yabbies, backyard cricket and exploring the world (as I knew it) on my BMX. What tends to get forgotten is the highly charged emotions, the tantrums, the neediness and the fear of abandonment. ‘Where The Wild Things Are’ is the first film I’ve seen that perfectly encapsulates what is was really like to be a 9 year old. This is not the usual garbage film about childhood told through rose-coloured glasses, ending with “And after that summer, we were never the same.” This film is about the raw emotion of being a child on the cusp of growing up.