| It's A jungle In There: Joe Johnston's Jumanji
Nathan Wolfson |
In the thirteenth century, a Sanskrit scholar named Sakya pandita
Kunga Gyaltsen created a boardgame called "Rebirth"
based on the Buddhist conception of the cosmos. In it, players
role a die and move around the board through various kinds of
incarnations. The goal is to reach nirvana, though the odds are
that one will continue to be reborn in less hospitable climes.
By way of the gifted creater of some of the more sophisticated
"children's" books in english, Chris Van Allsburg, we
now have a major Hollywood film starring Robin Williams (with
nary a funny line) that centers around a boardgame that could
be "Rebirth"'s distant cousin.
In Jumanji the results of a toss of the dice become a larger-than-life reality. You landed on a square in which a hunter is called upon to hunt you? It's not your symbolic playing piece that takes the bullet. It's you. And the hunter isn't some picture on a playing card. He's flesh and blood--and deadly serious. From this simple context, Jumanji chronicles the events of a single game of Jumanji. There is some weird witchcraft afoot in new England in 1969. The first role of the dice brings a swarm of bats into the room where the game is being played. The second role removes a player from gameroom and traps him inside the game, in a phantasmagorical jungle. And so on. A very interesting concept, Jumanji has trouble working as a film. It's too frightening to be a "kids" movie. At the same time, it refuses to pursue the truly creepy character of the material and settles into episodes of generic Hollywoodisms. Was that car chase lifted from Smokey and the Bandit? But the story is intriguing and the plot ripe with metaphoric implications.
Once begun, the players lives are ruled by "random"
rolls of the dice. They must continue to play or be trapped forever
by monsters they have unleashed by their initial curiosity. How
much of our "real" lives are similarly ruled by events
we have as much control over as we have over a role of a pair
of dice? And to what extent are our lives played out like a game
of Jumanji? Begun perhaps through curiosity or boredom (or naivete
or politeness or ?), we enter so many of life's interactions somewhat
blindly. Yet, as in Jumanji, our every engagement may promise
endless, largely unfathomable repurcussions -- until we have no
choice but to participate in horrific situations that we have
unwittingly created. |
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