On a makeshift raft, they head down the Mississippi for the Ohio River, where Jim can set course for the free states. But the journey is banked with trail-sniffing dogs, sleazy wayfarers and bounty hunters. In addition, Huck’s friendship for Jim clashes with his ingrained belief that he’ll go to hell for helping an escaped slave.
The movie is dependable Disney fare, with twinkly-eyed good characters and cartoonish villains, but it marks Twain: the writer’s supple sense of humor; Huck’s irrepressible, tall-tale-spinning personality; Jim’s simple and dignified presence; and most powerfully, the growing bond between the two.
There is no shortage of dignity for this Jim, and he informs Huck about the wrongness of slavery with appropriate regularity. “Just ‘cause you’re taught something’s right,” he says, “and everybody believes it’s right, it don’t mean it’s right.”
Above all, there’s a straightforward sense of boyish adventure -- and laughs. Pretending to read Huck’s future, pseudo-mystic Jim pulls a giant hairy ball from nowhere -- his answer to entrail reading. When Huck asks what the furry thing is, Jim replies, “Hairball from a ox -- puked it up just the other day.”
As the unscrupulous rogues who give the two friends their worst trouble, Jason Robards and Robbie Coltrane come on with amusingly broad abandon as, respectively, “The King” and “The Duke.” When they introduce themselves -- in a rare burst of honesty -- as robbers and scam artists, Huck declares, “Hell’s bells, I wish I knew a good trade.”
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