Review of The Jungle Book (1967) by Rob R — 10 Mar 2011

I'm still slightly suffering from the symptoms of a cold and so my brain is not quite working at full capacity yet. That can only explain my sudden urge during band this evening to have a watch of this. And God is this film good. It takes The Lion King, holds it up against a brick wall and stabs it nonchalantly in the guts. Repeatedly it throws The Lion King into a vat of toxic goo and acid melts its shit face off. It leads The Lion King into the middle of the street, pulls down its pants and embarasses it for the shame piece of fuckshit that it is. God I hate The Lion King.

The music is probably its greatest asset. The songs are good, granted, but the score is like a 45 min Gershwin tone poem. Shame the opening credits kind of give the ending away, however, by crediting a singer who plays "the girl." Anyway funny stuff, particularly the British invasion vultures which I'd forgotten all about.