Movies do a poor job of revealing the lives of children. If we get anything palatable it’s a naively wise beyond years child or eerily adult Haley Joel Osment, but most times children are either flatly irritating or lobotically saccharine. The standout is Max from Spike Jonze’s eponymous adaption of the children’s book by Maurice Sendak. Max is so convincingly a child that the audience cannot help but be pulled into adolescence as he replays his abandonment issues through his furry monsters of the id. Also, as I’ve mentioned before, it has perhaps the most perfect trailer ever.