The Jungle Book (1967)

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I adore the old-school, hand-drawn animation of old Disney movies, but the Jungle Book, like lots of other older Disney movies, suffers from feeling like a compilation of events with a serious lack of an overarching narrative that is more than just an excuse. The movie suffers sadly not only from this, also from the fact that while the host of various secondary characters are great and quite amusing, Mogli himself is an utter blank apart from his motivation to remain in the jungle.

There’s just not much to him and without his character keeping an emotional grounding for the movie, it really feels a bit episodic and haphazard, so overall enjoyment hinges on whether you like the various parts. I do, but overall I can’t shake the impression of having seen a decidedly second-rate movie elevated somewhat but good secondary performances.

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