A Wild Child Revisited
It’s Lee’s ingratiating innocence that holds it all together. He’s a figure of the purest fantasy, and he plays Mowgli with a wide-eyed, silent-movie exuberance so disarming it compels belief (even as you wonder where in the overgrown jungle he gets his wardrobe). As wild-child fables go, I’ll take the unashamed romanticism of “The Jungle Book” over the pseudoseriousness of “Nell” any day. Both indulge in a swoony faith that nature is inherently more benign than bad old civilization....