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- Finally, a good tour of Greenwood Cemetery from Forgotten-NY.

After years of teasing, the film adaptation of Where the Wild Things Are is finally moving forward. The NYTimes reports that Being John Malkovich's Spike Jonze (called “the strangest little bird” by author Maurice Sendak), is set to direct the “odd” screenplay he wrote with Dave Eggers for Tom Hanks’ production company. So far, the film will extend beyond the children’s classic simple plot to delve into Max’s journey home (semi-minor change: Max escapes with the "wild things" in hot pursuit instead of the island king's beastly subjects begging him to stay). While Gothamist usually cringes about childhood-favorites desecrated on the big screen, we remain quite hopeful with this film -- especially considering Sendak’s tight grip on the script/production, his love for Jonze, and his loathing of movies based on children's books as well as most children's books, which he describes as “all vulgar. It's all Madonna." Asked about the film versions of Cat in the Hat or How the Grinch Stole Christmas, Sendak replied: "What is the purpose of this debauchery? Money! Only a seriously sick or brainless person could like them." Indeed.

Robin I. Shane, Costume Designer

Gothamist must admit that we were one of those pasty, sun-deprived toddlers who merrily shunned the joys of sportsmanship and early childhood socialization for the more solitary pleasures of pop-up books and cartoon fantasy lands. To this day, the mere glimpse of a page from one of our favorite children's books will stop us in our tracks even faster than a shiny object, compelling us to re-read the book in question immediately.

The Daily News may have bad contest etiquette, but they do know news when they find it. Like this story about a man who was slashed because he asked a girl for a threesome - and the girl's boyfriend found out. Thanks to a loud cellphone, Pierre Delpeche overheard Furman Walker, whose girlfriend was speaking on the cellphone with Delpeche's girlfriend, say he wanted to have a threesome. Delpeche's girlfriend confirmed what Walker had said, and he told his girlfriend not to be friends with them anymore. Somehow, they decided to visit Walker and his girlfriend, but Delpeche confronted Walker and it ending with Delpeche "wielding a large kitchen knife" at the Jerk Hut restaurant in Elmont, stabbing Walker. And there was a gun involved as well, somehow, but Gothamist lost track when we realized that our lives were exciting enough.

The Mayor's Alliance for NYC's Animals tries to deal with the stray and feral cat problem. And in other cat news, an ocicat named Moirai Wedjat won the Cat Show held at Madison Square Garden.

Esquivel will be joined by actors Jimmy Smits and Daphne Rubin-Vega in a reading of the book tonight at the Borders Books at the Time-Warner Center, Columbus Circle. Smits and Rubin-Vega costarred in Anna in the Tropics on Broadway; he was good in NYPD Blue but Smits will always be Victor Sifuentes to us, and while Rubin-Vega is known for her fine work in many things, like Rent, Gothamist appreciates her small role in the underrated camp classic, Wild Things. And two weeks ago, to kick off the first day of The Great Gatsby being serialized in the Times, Gothamist's favorite lawyer-on-TV, as well as Nick Carraway in the film version, Sam Waterston, and his daughter, Elizabeth, read from Gatsby.

One of the best movie courtroom scenes in recent memory: Denise Richards freaking out at Neve Campbell, with Bill Murray as defense attorney, in Wild Things.

Look out, Max, you may have met your match: Variety's Michael Fleming reports that Spike Jonze will adapt a live-action version of the beloved Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak. "Published in 1963, 'Wild Things' is the Caldecott Medal-winning story of Max, a mischievous boy who is sent to bed without supper. In his room, Max uses his imagination to conjure up a forest populated by the wild things, exotic monsters who embrace Max as their ruler." That sounds just like Spike and Hollywood.