Everybody knows the story of a young boy called Mowgli, who was brought up in the jungle by a pack of wolves. For 50 years generations of young people have followed his adventures with bated breath, laughed at the funny Baloo the bear and looked up to the smart teacher Bagheera the panther. Even though we know that nothing wrong could happen, we feel nervous looking at Kaa's clenched snakelike twine, or the exhortations of the monkey King Louis, who at any price wants to make fire. Finally, we cross our fingers for the brave boy fighting with the evil tiger, Shere Khan.
I don't know about you, but I like this story very much. So when I heard that Disney had decided to make a new version of The Jungle Book, I was determined to watch it.
The trailers were inviting, but the movie surpassed all our expectations.
The new version of "The Jungle Book" by Jon Favreau is an exact adaptation of Rudyard Kipling's book. The cartoon from 1967 takes the liberty of leaving out certain understated, dramatic moments, and, as a tale for kids, adds funny characters and adventures. This year's movie amazes us with its realism.
Although it is still a story for children, the message is more "adult". This is not just the adventure of a rowdy boy who comes across some nice animals and some bad animals; it is the story of a child growing up, torn between the worlds of animals and people. Mowgli doesn't feel at home in either place. For the animals he is only a man cub, and he doesn't quite remember people. He learns the jungle's rules, but regardless of his best efforts, his human traits start to dominate. Courage, cleverness and a motiveless heart distinguish him from his playfellows, and the adventures show him that he is a human. Unfortunately, being a human in the jungle is not something to be proud of.