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Where the Wild Rights Are: A Story of Audacity and Hope...and Then Disappointment

Okay, so I’ve been producing theater
For twelve years now
And this is the weirdest thing
That has ever happened to me
In terms of getting the rights
To something

And weird stuff happens
When trying to get rights
All the time

Here’s what went down:

Every so often
There’s a book or movie
That I like
And I think to myself—

I wonder if there’s a play of that

And if you produce theater
Particularly theaters
That put on full seasons
I strongly suggest
Thinking this way
Instead of just looking through lists of plays
Because what you find out pretty quickly is—

There are play versions of nearly everything

That’s not to say all of them are good adaptations
But usually
They exist

Just Google titles you like
And usually
You’ll find what you’re looking for

So I was looking for a play to do this summer
And there’s this book
This older, sort of classic
Book
That I thought would work really well
For a summer season

Okay, I’ll guess I’ll just say it—

It was Where the Wild Things Are

Awesome, right?

Can you believe you’ve never seen
A production
Of Where the Wild Things Are?

I haven’t

(That should have been my first clue)

It’s great when you can find a title
That immediately evokes a positive reaction
And if there’s nostalgia mixed in
Even better

So I Googled
And lo and behold
There IS a theatrical version
Of Where the Wild Things Are

But I can’t find it listed
On any of the dramatic publishing websites
Which is a little odd
But it happens
So I go—

Okay, it must be one of those
‘I’m gonna have to call somebody’s agent’ things

No problem
I’m on it

I contact the theater
That did the show
And ask them
If they knew
How I could obtain the rights

Now, this is when I should mention
That the theater—that I won’t name, because I’m not that tacky—
Is a professional theater
Like, a reputable
Professional
Equity
Theater

Okay?

Okay

And it takes a few days
But they get back to me
And say that I should contact
The author of the adaptation
Or her agent
Or something

I say, Okay
And that’s what I do

A couple days later
A representative for the author
Gets back to me
And says the author no longer has the rights
To the story
But I can contact
The Maurice Sendak estate
To ask about them
And I’m like—

Weird, but okay

Weird because it’s weird
That you would be given permission
To adapt something
And then have that permission
Taken away
But estates can be prickly sometimes
So okay, whatever

I contact the estate
A week goes by
And I get a very curt e-mail
From a representative there
Saying that there is no authorized
Theatrical version
Of Where the Wild Things Are
And the estate has no plans
On allowing anybody to adapt it

……..Awkward silence

Now, at this point, I could have just let the whole thing go
But, you know, when have I ever just minded my own business
And walked away
Like a normal person would

Plus, as I said, the e-mail’s tone was a little…sour
For my taste
So I sent back an e-mail
Pointing out that there was a production of the show
At a theater
And you can find it online

Now, I honestly wasn’t trying to get anybody in trouble
But I sincerely believed there was some sort of mix-up
Because the theater that I contacted was, again, a legitimate theater
That didn’t seem like it would do a giant illegal production
Of such a well-known work

I felt like I wasn’t being given the full story
But if I thought Estate Eliza—as I was now calling my pen pal—
Was going to give it to me without making me work for it
I was sorely mistaken

She wrote back to me and said—

‘Yes, that was an unauthorized production
We found out about it
And we shut it down’

…………Really awkward silence

I felt better knowing that this theater had already gotten in trouble
And I wasn’t getting them into trouble
(An important distinction)
But I was also like—WTF
Because, again, WHO DOES WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE
WITHOUT GETTING THE RIGHTS?

And I could be wrong about this
But I feel like Maurice Sendak
Was kind of known
For not being that…generous
With the rights
To that?

And that’s why the movie was a big deal or something?

I don’t know
I could be making all that up

Anyway—

I remembered that there was more than production
On Google
So I went back
And found about four other productions of this adaptation
All being done
At really respected theaters
Some of them even bigger and more prestigious
Than the first theater I found and contacted

So, not being able to let it go,
Although I don’t know what I thought was going to happen
At this point
--But also because I couldn’t resist needling Estate Eliza
A little bit more—
I sent her the links to those other theaters
And her reply was—

“Yes, those were all illegal as well”

Now, at this point, I’m wondering if this is even the real estate
Because I honestly can’t believe this exchange

Like, first of all, why would you not just tell me right from the get-go
That there had been illegal productions of the show
Instead of just saying there had never been a production of it

An illegal production
Is still a production
And clearly
That’s why I’m asking about the show
In the first place

Secondly, why would you shut down a production of the show
But then allow the theaters that put on the show
To keep up photos and information about the production
And reviews—REVIEWS—so that people like me
Could find them and be confused
And also sort of heartbroken
Because ohmygodIreallywantedtodothatshow

So I ask her about the listings
And she says they can’t make them take those down
Or even force them to point out
That the productions they’re highlighting
Were, in fact, shut down

She suggests I contact the theaters
And even though I have a lot of other stuff to do
Like watching Chopped marathons
And ranking episodes of Black Mirror
In my man diary

I do

And none of them have gotten back to me yet

But—pardon the pun here

Isn’t that wild?

Like, I feel as if somebody is screwing with me
But I’m not sure who it would be

I don’t want to mention the name of the woman
Who’s credited as adapting the book
But if I try to put the pieces together here
It would appear that she illegally adapted this book
And then shopped that production around
To all these major theaters
Who hosted her and the production
Got themselves shut down
And then, maybe out of embarrassment,
Never mentioned that happening

Of course, all of them wouldn’t have been shut down
Because based on the dates
--Yes, I’ve done my unnecessary homework—
It was just the last one
The theater that I found
That got shut down
So many the other theaters had to pay a fine or something?

It’s bonkers

And I’m obsessed
And kind of want to meet this woman
To see if her balls are actually able
To fit in any normal room

Also, I like how I had to send about a thousand e-mails
Before anybody would tell me
What was actually going on

The first person I contacted
Easily could have been like--

"Listen, we were shut down.  But we don't put that on our website because it's embarrassing af.  Sorry."

But NOTHING

Do you believe this?

And also—

TAKE DOWN ANY PRODUCTION STUFF
OFF YOUR WEBSITE
IF THE PRODUCTION WAS SHUT DOWN

That’s what I take away from this
And also, that we can’t have nice things

None of us can

And that’s what makes this a tragedy

That’s the message I got

But that’s just me

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