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CINEMA

Computer Generated Images traditionally falter with the power of hindsight. Imagery that

appeared photorealistic to the eye in 2006 is often substandard to that same eye ten years later.

Animals have proven particularly testing for filmmakers. The work on Jon Favreau’s

The Jungle

Book

, which constructs a world of CGI and populates it almost entirely with CGI anthropomorphic

animals, is a startling step in the direction of the real. There is a lingering impression, however,

that the entire film is little more than an exercise in technical wizardry. The plot doesn’t veer

wildly from the 1967 Disney animated original. Mowgli (Neel Sethi) is a boy reared by a wolf

pack in the jungle. When the nefarious tiger, Shere Khan (Idris Elba), threatens his existence,

Mowgli is excommunicated from the pack and forced to discover his place in a savage world.

The appearance of the characters – from Mowgli to Bagheera (Sir Ben Kingsley) and Baloo (Bill

Murray) – are also very closely modelled on Disney aesthetics. Even the music is somewhat

dictated by the songs from the original.

The Jungle Book

is bursting with visual artistry, and

Favreau certainly has a flair for atmosphere, but the film is somewhat redundant, particularly

because it adheres so closely to its animated antecedent. But while

The Jungle Book

is bound by

obligation and upstaged by its technical prowess, there’s an undeniable competence to the way

in which the whole thing is assembled. And sometimes, that’s enough.

John Roebuck

THE JUNGLE BOOK

Now that

The Hunger Games

has wrapped,

Divergent

and

The Maze Runner

are the only YA series

in town, and their similar storylines are in danger of becoming Convergent. Allegiant is the first

of the (obligatory) two-part finale to

The Divergent Series

, and the practice of bisecting the final

novel doesn't do Veronica Roth's saga any favours. The film is essentially 20 minutes of set-up

stretched to a dull two hours. Having ventured beyond the wall surrounding the ruins of Chicago,

Tris (Shailene Woodley) and her fellow Divergents are captured by the Bureau of Genetic Warfare,

led by bland and underwritten villain David (Jeff Daniels). This mob appear to have started the whole

apocalyptic mess, and are now seeking to "purify the human genome" – or something to that effect

– with Chicago functioning as an ambitious social experiment. Using

Oblivion

-like flying pods, the

characters flit back and forth between the Bureau and Chicago, where conflict has erupted between

Naomi Watts's Factionless and Octavia Spencer's Allegiants, following the downfall of Kate Winslet's

regime. Will they put aside their differences, embrace diversity, and unite against the common

enemy beyond the wall? Will Shailene Woodley realise she doesn't possess the screen presence of

Jennifer Lawrence? And more importantly, where does all that shiny and powerful technology come

from in the middle of a post-apocalyptic wasteland? Next year's

Ascendant

will undoubtedly answer

these questions, but will anybody beyond fans of the book still care?

Scott Hocking

RELEASED:

Now Showing

DIRECTOR:

Robert Schwentke

CAST:

Shailene Woodley,

Theo James, Jeff Daniels

RATING:

M

THE DIVERGENT SERIES: ALLEGIANT

RELEASED:

Now Showing

DIRECTOR:

Cedric

Nicolas-Troyan

CAST:

Chris Hemsworth, Jessica

Chastain, Charlize Theron

RATING:

M

The plot of

The Huntsman: Winter’s War

is

convoluted and threadbare. Scorned and heartbroken,

Queen Freya (Emily Blunt) forges a kingdom in the

north using her powers to control ice as well as her

deadly force of ‘Huntsmen’ (although no hunting is

ever actually committed). Two of the Huntsmen, Eric

(Chris Hemsworth) and Sara (Jessica Chastain), fall

in love – a sentiment that is outlawed. They incur the

wrath of the Queen, who plots to force them apart.

There’s a lot more in it, but not much more to it. In

the tale of Snow White, as published by the Brother’s

Grimm in 1812, the Huntsman drags Snow White into

the forest to kill her, on orders from the evil Queen.

He takes pity on her and lets her go, taking back the

liver and lung of a boar to the Queen as evidence of

the girl's death. And that’s it. That was also the role

of the Huntsman in the 1937 Disney animation,

Snow

White and the Seven Dwarfs

. And now, because of

Hollywood’s apparently insatiable desire to tamper

with classic fairy tales, the Huntsman has a franchise

of his own, free of Kristen Stewart’s Snow White.

The Huntsman: Winter’s War

is a sequel that nobody

asked for to a film that generated poor reviews

and mediocre box office returns, directed by a man

known principally for his work in special effects.

Mercifully, it’s the last feeble live-action fantasy

release for quite some time.

John Roebuck

THE HUNTSMAN:

WINTER'S WAR

RELEASED:

Now Showing

DIRECTOR:

Jon Favreau

CAST:

Neel Sethi, Bill

Murray, Ben Kingsley

RATING:

PG

Delusion is a powerful force, particularly when

combined with a capacity for indulging that

delusion. The life of Florence Foster Jenkins, a

New York socialite who became an opera singer

infamous for her atrocious voice, is a tale about

what happens when the two collide. Foster Jenkins

(Streep) is a wealthy heiress who lives with her

husband, St. Clair (Grant), and runs nights at the

musical society, the Verdi Club. But St. Clair has

another life, and another woman, and we soon learn

that he’s but one of many benefactors of Foster

Jenkins’ generosity. She has delusions of becoming

a famous opera singer, but she has little feeling for

rhythm or pitch and is hardly capable of sustaining

a note. The people surrounding her, including St.

Clair, rehearsal pianist Cosmé McMoon (Simon

Helberg) and the curiously adoring fans from the

Verdi Club, encourage her. Is it wrong to support

such fantastical egotism or should everyone be

supported in his or her dreams? Director Stephen

Frears carefully toes the line between admonishing

and sanctioning the support given to Foster Jenkins.

The blame lies not on Foster Jenkins herself; after

all, she’s deluded. It’s how her ambiguous husband

feels about her that emerges as the most intriguing

element of the film.

John Roebuck

FLORENCE FOSTER JENKINS

RELEASED:

May 5

DIRECTOR:

Stephen Frears

CAST:

Rebecca Ferguson, Meryl Streep, Hugh

Grant

RATING:

PG

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