Inspired
by the English folk tale about a boy named Jack who discovers a magic beanstalk
that leads to the dominion of evil giants, the film includes scenes of a duel
that resemble outtakes from one of the “Lord of the Rings” films, but not as
exciting as the latter. There’s the usual fairytale element of love, of betrayal,
of revenge and triumph—formulas that if not properly put in place leads to disenchantment.
I
walked out in the cinema thinking that the movie could have been better. In general, the film lacks the thrill and
excitement expected of an adventure film. There are few scenes that kept the
barometer of excitement on a free swing, but were only short-lived. Jack and the Giant Slayer is another formulaic
movie that failed to awaken among its audience the illusory pleasures of
fictional lives unraveling like a memory. The nature of its narrative is truly
a disjointed projection of a man’s dreamscape in all its nutty and confounding
glory.
No comments:
Post a Comment