Jungle Cruise (2021)
(Disney Streaming, February 2022) There are some good moments in Jungle Cruise, but then there are others where the film struggles to keep its traction. Unfortunately, many of the best bits are toward the beginning of the film, and many of the worse ones toward the end, which doesn’t help the film leave a good impression. Dwayne Johnson stars as an Amazonian River captain who is recruited by a female adventurer (Emily Blunt) to find a long-lost wondrous plant. If much of director Jaume Collet-Serra’s work feels incoherent and apparently designed by a committee, some clues can be found in how it’s from Disney, it’s adapted from a theme park ride, and it’s apparently written by no less than five people in what looks like at least three separate writing teams. You can see the flavour of Jungle Cruise’s plotting steadily slide from much-heightened “realism” to out-and-out supernatural fantasy à la Pirates of the Caribbean the longer it goes on. Johnson’s charisma helps make the entire thing hold together, but even him and Blunt can’t quite manage to smooth the bumps out of a script that makes sure to fit, in slightly more than two hours, not only a supernatural historical adventure, but socially-conscious quips, a CGI jaguar, as much of the original ride’s patter as possible, and a German proto-Nazi submarine to boot. By the time bees are telling the German captain where to navigate his submarine through the estuaries of the Amazon (don’t laugh or acknowledge the average depth of the river), well, Jungle Cruise is the kind of film it’s meant to be. It doesn’t work and the ride is not quite as smooth as it should have been. By the end, it all becomes too much: in the tradition of films that overstay their welcome and don’t accelerate their pacing in their third act, the final complications are more exasperating than anything else and prevent Jungle Cruise from ending while we’re still entertained by its antics.