While The Jungle book is full of engaging aspects, the film is not the sum of its parts.
It’s a dark and visceral take on Mowgli’s struggle to find a place he can call home. But, any refreshing elements in the film are overshadowed by attempts to feed the audience the same old stuff.
The Jungle Book is stunning, visually. It drops the audience into a lush world, choked with vines, filled with ruins, and of course, swarming with animals. While the CGI does at times feel inauthentic, it’s only because of the dreamlike world that the animators managed to compose within each shot. The movie feels unreal, but that may have been what Favreau intended. The expressions of each animal looked natural enough that they never crossed the line into farce. I can’t imagine the hours it must have taken, but I appreciated that the animals on the screen weren’t simply avatars that matched up with the voiceover. They were characters complete with subtle mannerisms that helped to flesh out their personalities.