Jake Kasdan’s jungle adventure is worth an evening for its cast, especially Jack Black. The action is routine and the body-swap jokes repeat, but the performers give familiar material warmth and good comic timing.
Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle is a good-natured comedy with a rather ordinary adventure attached. Jake Kasdan gets the important decision right: the interest lies in teenagers trying to function inside unfamiliar adult bodies, so he gives the performers room to be ridiculous. The jungle provides enough movement to keep the film going, though little reason to worry. We would choose it for the company, with modest expectations of the action.
Dwayne Johnson, as Spencer, is especially useful to a joke about the gap between a person’s appearance and their confidence. His physical assurance makes the teenager underneath funnier; he allows uncertainty to disturb a body that seems designed to remove it. Kevin Hart’s Fridge supplies a more impatient comic rhythm, and the exchanges benefit from their different tempos. Neither needs to interrupt the adventure for a separate comedy routine, although the film sometimes asks them to repeat a point they have already made.
Jack Black’s Bethany is the strongest reason to watch. We laughed at how completely her self-absorption survives the move into an adult man’s body: she still expects everyone else to take her concerns seriously. The performance gives that vanity enough conviction to make it recognisable, rather than merely noisy. Karen Gillan’s Martha is a useful partner, with physical comedy that makes the mismatch between player and avatar easy to follow. Their rapport gives the central joke room to develop.
Gyula Pados’s cinematography keeps the jungle action readable, but the game world looks disappointingly ordinary for a place free from the rules of nature. The scenery soon becomes interchangeable. Editors Steve Edwards and Mark Helfrich are better served by the cast’s quick exchanges than by chases which too often feel like time spent between jokes. Henry Jackman’s score does the energetic work expected of adventure music; it adds momentum without making those passages feel especially dangerous.
The screenplay, credited to Scott Rosenberg, Chris McKenna, Erik Sommers and Jeff Pinkner, has less patience with character once the central reversals have been established. Jokes about a player’s defining trait begin to recur, and the route through the adventure becomes easy to anticipate. Bobby Cannavale’s Van Pelt is too thinly written to give the cast much to play against. A thin villain need not ruin a comedy, but the lack of a persuasive threat leaves the action dependent on excitement it does not reliably produce.
As a body-swap comedy, it belongs to the reassuring end of a genre that could make changing bodies far more unsettling. The teenagers’ shortcomings make it easy to guess the lessons in store, and the script seldom complicates those expectations. Still, the cast show affection for these foolish young people. Even Bethany’s vanity feels like something a person might grow out of, and the performance makes that prospect worth caring about.
At 119 minutes, it gives that single premise more time than it needs, and a shorter version might have kept the joke fresher. The pleasure of these actors enjoying their unlikely assignments is enough to carry us through the less engaging stretches. Choose it for an evening when everyone wants something cheerful and nobody is going to audit the plot.