ungle environment convincing: leopards are lethal, babies smell and father-figure Kerchak is too busy beating his chest to make the film's moral - know where your loyalties lie - any more explicit than it needs to be. Nor is there any attempt to break the flow of the story by forcing characters to translate their emotions into song. Phil Collins' numbers are woven unobtrusively into the soundtrack and the camp-trashing sequence - which finds the animals using a typewriter as the trigger for an impromptu jam session - reworks a staple motif from Disney's past with aplomb.