If you're looking for a classic piece of literature transferred to film, and you see this 1972 "version" of Jack London's classic on the kiddies' shelf at the library (no self-respecting video store should stock this thing), move on. This is, quite simply, the most incompetent film I've ever seen.
I'm not sure if it's the wooden acting, the muddy dubbing, the pinking-shears editing, the outtake-quality colors, or the lack of any relationship between the plot in the book and the movie, but my only question for the people who made this Mystery Science Theatre 3000-grade garbage is, "Were you aware you were making cinematic doggy poo?"
After reading the book, my seventh-grade English class was very interested in seeing a film version of the book. It didn't take long for one of the more eloquent 13 year olds to ask, "Can Jack London's family sue the people who made this movie?"
I wanted to say, "Yes, a class action lawsuit!"
I'm not sure if it's the wooden acting, the muddy dubbing, the pinking-shears editing, the outtake-quality colors, or the lack of any relationship between the plot in the book and the movie, but my only question for the people who made this Mystery Science Theatre 3000-grade garbage is, "Were you aware you were making cinematic doggy poo?"
After reading the book, my seventh-grade English class was very interested in seeing a film version of the book. It didn't take long for one of the more eloquent 13 year olds to ask, "Can Jack London's family sue the people who made this movie?"
I wanted to say, "Yes, a class action lawsuit!"