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Somewhat surprising … Jungle Book.
Somewhat surprising … Jungle Book. Photograph: Lucie Jansch/PR
Somewhat surprising … Jungle Book. Photograph: Lucie Jansch/PR

Jungle Book review – Kipling’s man-cub tale as you’ve never seen it before

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Aviva Studios, Manchester
Avant garde director Robert Wilson’s adaptation of the classic tale prioritises surreal setups and atmosphere over family friendly narrative

What does it look like when the familiar story of man-cub Mowgli meets avant garde director Robert Wilson? For audiences familiar with Wilson’s work, the answer is exactly what you might imagine. Though the combination is a somewhat surprising one, this new adaptation of The Jungle Book has many of the distinctive features of Wilson’s theatre: a sculptural approach to bodies and light, painterly composition of the stage picture, use of repetition and fragmentation.

The emphasis is on atmosphere over storytelling. While there is a narrator of sorts in the shape of Hathi the elephant, the outlines of Rudyard Kipling’s stories are only lightly sketched. Instead of scenes, Wilson gives us a series of surreal impressions. Tiger Shere Khan reclines on a chaise longue smoking a cigar beneath a flickering exit sign. Animals gather among the piled-up carcasses of broken TVs. A monkey swings from a huge yellow tyre while Baloo the bear capers around the stage. This is all set to CocoRosie’s trippy musical backdrop, heightening the sense of strangeness.

Dreamlike … Jungle Book

While this is billed as a family show, I find myself wondering who it is really for. The bright colours and high-pitched shrieks and squeals of the animals have an almost Teletubbies energy, tapping into a childlike quality beyond language. But in other ways this feels like a very oblique, adult piece, with few concessions to narrative clarity. What little verbal storytelling we do get is often hard to make out over the music – perhaps a sound issue, perhaps a deliberate extension of the baffling, dreamlike mood.

There are vague environmental undercurrents and suggestions of a more sinister, human-influenced jungle than we’re used to seeing – the smashed-up TVs, the tyre, mentions of heat and drought. But any desire for a modern take on Kipling’s tale is at odds with how Wilson works. Aesthetically, his treatment of this material is striking, producing a sequence of undeniably beautiful and precise stage images. Judged as a family-friendly theatrical experience, it’s less satisfying. But this is certainly a Jungle Book unlike any other you’ll see.

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