Uncle Walt's final film, before his death, with Disney Animation Studios was the loose adaptation of Rudyard Kipling's The Jungle Book.
It's the story about boy, raised by wolves in the Indian jungle, who must dangerously travel back to human civilization with help of a panther & bear, before a man-eating tiger makes a tasty meal out of him.
A great deal different from it's moody source material, Disney spruces it up with one of the most spirited, colorful and funniest films of the studio's output. It might not be as emotionally heavy as, say, The Lion King or Bambi but it's wonderfully upbeat voice acting, irresistible songs and painfully underused xerographical animation make it very much a worthwhile experience.
When one thinks of timeless Disney classics, The Jungle Book rarely ever comes up but it's my personal favorite of the studio's animated offerings.
4 shiftless, two-bit jungle bums out of 5
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Village of the Damned (1960)
Quality sci-fi based on John Wyndham’s novel, The Midwich Cuckoos (1957).
The B+W cinematography is a thing of beauty. It throws the white-haired children into stark relief, making them even more menacing than they would be otherwise. The pastoral English countryside has a similar effect in a more delicate way: that something so horrifying could happen in a place so peaceful makes us think nowhere is really safe. Taking that thought deeper still, the means by which the visitations happen shows how vulnerable the sanctity of the species’ entire evolution really is. It’s scary food for thought to be digested in silence.
4 things afoot out of 5
The B+W cinematography is a thing of beauty. It throws the white-haired children into stark relief, making them even more menacing than they would be otherwise. The pastoral English countryside has a similar effect in a more delicate way: that something so horrifying could happen in a place so peaceful makes us think nowhere is really safe. Taking that thought deeper still, the means by which the visitations happen shows how vulnerable the sanctity of the species’ entire evolution really is. It’s scary food for thought to be digested in silence.
4 things afoot out of 5
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