An exciting-dramatic movie that presents a chain of adventurous events following the daily life of a child named Mowgli whose fate makes him live in the jungle. There, he is helped by a group of wolves, a bear named Baloo and a black panther named Bagheera. But not all the animals need him to live with them, specially the fearsome tiger Shere Khan. Mowgli has to pass through a chain of difficulties against Shere.
Despite stumbling in the second half, Mowgli recovers in finding its footing in being the bold interpretation of Kipling's tales that it set out to be. It does so with additionally offering excellent performances and innovative visuals.
This is one of those happy occasions where the Netflix model allows a project that might have been lost in the theatrical wilds to find its place in the circle of life, albeit on a lower tier of the jungle canopy.
Mowgli: Legend of the Jungle is relentlessly, discordantly bleak. So bleak you almost admire Serkis's audacity. But too often the film stumbles around in its own darkness and falls flat.
Mowgli feels like it has arrived at least five years too late, what with its unmistakable post-Dark Knight vibe. But like its relegation to Netflix, these are merely external factors that have impeded the progress (and progressiveness) of this film.
