Movie review: This Call of the Wild is just too mild – The Patriot Ledger

"The Call of the Wild" is an adaptation of the Jack London novel.

Yep, its time for yet another new film adaptation of Jack Londons 1903 novel The Call of the Wild. There was a silent version in 1923, which focused on the life of Buck, the pet dog-turned-sled puller. Then came a 1935 version, with Clark Gable and Loretta Young, that was more concerned with the star actors than the dog. And there followed two more films, both forgettable, but at least concentrating on the dog, in 1972 and, made for TV, in 1997.

But lets take a trivia break. The 1935 Call of the Wild was the last film to be released under the banner of 20th Century Pictures, before it became 20th Century Fox. The 2020 edition is the first film to be released under 20th Century Studios, after the word Fox was dropped from the name. Armed with that information, you will be a hit at your next cocktail party.

But unless youre planning to chaperone a young child to see the new film which is a decent kid-centric adventure movie theres no need to check it out on your own, especially if youre a discerning viewer who recalls the London book.

Yes, the film remains focused on the dog, even though no dog is actually seen in the film, as big Buck is a 100 percent digital creation with a very expressive face who might as well be wearing a big F for Fake sign on its forehead. In fact, all of the dogs, and all of the other animals in the film dont really exist. And, surprisingly, the folks at Disney, the parent company of 20th Century, have not used the same creative flourishes and believability that was on display in the all-digital The Lion King.

But the visual glitches are small potatoes when considering the problems with this film. Screenwriter Michael Green (Logan and Blade Runner 2049) comes up short here, and his use of the celebrated London novel as merely a jumping off point rather than a blueprint for the film is an egregious error.

Yes, its still about Buck, enjoying a happy, relaxed life of comfort in a California household in the 1890s. And its still about his travails after hes dognapped and sold off in the Yukon territory where, during the Gold Rush days, a dog of his size and strength is just what was needed to pull sleds across long, snow-covered distances. And it even has another main but secondary to the dog character named John Thornton (Harrison Ford) who helps turn things around for Buck.

But Green has taken absurd liberties with Londons often rugged story. Hes cleaned things up, taken the edge off. Hes even and this is the worst part removed a large, important group of characters there are no Canadian Indians to be seen all in the name of what weak-minded people are passing off as political correctness. The mayhem thats now done in the story is committed by a fancy-dressing, money-hungry, hot-tempered white fellow named Hal (Dan Stevens, overacting). The character does appear in the book, and hes not a good man, but there he was Bruce Banner, and now hes a raging Hulk.

That Green has also imbued the film with some effective comedy is a good thing, even though most of it is of the cheap laugh variety and is based on big Bucks ineptitude and clumsiness. Green also inserts a couple of scenes of great peril, though everything is settled before too much concern can be spent on them. One of the scripts biggest annoyances is the overuse of narration, all of it by Ford, none of which makes any sense when you think about his characters circumstances at the end of the film. The most mystifying component here is that right after John Thornton tries to warn Hal of the dangers hes facing, the film jumps forward in time, with no explanation, as if a reel has been skipped.

At least theres still a romantic side story for Buck, but its accompanied by a poorly written (cleaned up) ending that will leave young viewers asking their parents what happened.

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