The Jungle Book

When I heard they were making a new version of The Jungle Book, I thought, “Why?” I remember going to see the first one at the cinema when I was about ten or eleven and it was quite different from other Disney films I’d seen.

But, you know, half term, lousy weather, got to do something so off we went – minus one as one of my little people was last minute poorly.

I’d skimmed through a trailer for the film, muttered about why mess with something that was perfectly all right. 

You can see the trailer here. 

Within minutes of the film starting, I’d changed my mind. I laughed. I cried. Actually I cried quite a lot. It was stunning and Neel Sethi who played Mowgli – well he was just gorgeous and my goodness, so believable!

When we left the cinema, Mr Teresa and I discussed who would bring the poorly one to the cinema the next day to see it. “I don’t mind seeing it again,” I said with a smidgeon of self-sacrifice. “No, no,” he said. “I’ll bring her to see it.” The oldest of the little people, who is almost as tall as me now said he’d come too – to keep his sister company of course.

We continued the discussion all the way home. “I’ll do it.” “No, let me!” “I insist.” But in the end it was pointless as we had gone on the last day as I found out when I went online to book tickets for the following day.

Ah well - hoping now it is on Movies for Juniors at the cinema in the summer holidays and if not, well I’ll probably (definitely) be getting the DVD anyway.

The sun has turned my own little black panther rusty!