Almost entirely unremarkable; a great cast, all dressed up with nowhere to go.
As a kid I was a pretty big fan of all things Jungle Book, from the original animated movie to Stephen Summers' 1994 live-action pseudo-sequel, the animated series "Jungle Cubs," and, of course, the original Rudyard Kipling book, so this movie pushed all kinds of nostalgic buttons.
Kind of a weird combination of typical movie-family dysfunction being resolved through a traumatic experience and some surprisingly bleak depictions of mass-scale destruction.
What I'd really like to see is a War of the Worlds adaptation that takes place in the time period when the book was written; there aren't enough (any?) Victorian-era alien invasion movies.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Well, this was nowhere near as bad as everyone makes it out to be. There's ninety percent (I'll get to that other ten percent in a minute) of a perfectly watchable movie here; it's a little slow, doesn't have any overly strong personality or any real standout moments, but it's fine. I got the impression from reviews and social media that this was the worst comic book movie of all time, and I'm not sure why so many people thought…