Call of the Wild [Official Trailer]

YOUTUBE.COM ^ | 20 NOVEMBER 2019 | FILM TRAILER ZONE

[SamAdams76]

Buck did not read the newspapers, or he would have known that trouble was brewing, not alone for himself, but for every tide-water dog, strong of muscle and with warm, long hair, from Puget Sound to San Diego. Because men, groping in the Arctic darkness, had found a yellow metal, and because steamship and transportation companies were booming the find, thousands of men were rushing into the Northland. These men wanted dogs, and the dogs they wanted were heavy dogs, with strong muscles by which to toil, and furry coats to protect them from the frost.

Buck lived at a big house in the sun-kissed Santa Clara Valley. Judge Miller’s place, it was called. It stood back from the road, half hidden among the trees, through which glimpses could be caught of the wide cool veranda that ran around its four sides. The house was approached by gravelled driveways which wound about through wide-spreading lawns and under the interlacing boughs of tall poplars. At the rear things were on even a more spacious scale than at the front. There were great stables, where a dozen grooms and boys held forth, rows of vine-clad servants’ cottages, an endless and orderly array of outhouses, long grape arbors, green pastures, orchards, and berry patches. Then there was the pumping plant for the artesian well, and the big cement tank where Judge Miller’s boys took their morning plunge and kept cool in the hot afternoon.

And over this great demesne Buck ruled. Here he was born, and here he had lived the four years of his life. It was true, there were other dogs, There could not but be other dogs on so vast a place, but they did not count. They came and went, resided in the populous kennels, or lived obscurely in the recesses of the house after the fashion of Toots, the Japanese pug, or Ysabel, the Mexican hairless,—strange creatures that rarely put nose out of doors or set foot to ground. On the other hand, there were the fox terriers, a score of them at least, who yelped fearful promises at Toots and Ysabel looking out of the windows at them and protected by a legion of housemaids armed with brooms and mops.

But Buck was neither house-dog nor kennel-dog. The whole realm was his. He plunged into the swimming tank or went hunting with the Judge’s sons; he escorted Mollie and Alice, the Judge’s daughters, on long twilight or early morning rambles; on wintry nights he lay at the Judge’s feet before the roaring library fire; he carried the Judge’s grandsons on his back, or rolled them in the grass, and guarded their footsteps through wild adventures down to the fountain in the stable yard, and even beyond, where the paddocks were, and the berry patches. Among the terriers he stalked imperiously, and Toots and Ysabel he utterly ignored, for he was king,—king over all creeping, crawling, flying things of Judge Miller’s place, humans included.

[MotorCityBuck]

A CG Dog. LOL!!
Would have been cheaper to CG Ford.

[mdittmar]

Watched this one a while back,I enjoyed it.

Full movie - The Call of the Wild - american movies 1935

[Southside_Chicago_Republican]

I don’t know if I’ll see the movie, but I have that book right here on my Kindle. I like reading Jack London in the winter.

[Rastus]

That dog is trash. CG is reverting instead of advancing.

[Extremely Extreme Extremist]

I know, but here's the thing though.

How else are you going to re-introduce a literary classic to today's mush-brained millenials worshipping free Bernie s--t?

[Lurkina.n.Learnin]

Every few years I go back and read Seawolf. A fantastic book.

[jarwulf]

FYI Jack London the author was a dyed in the wool socialist and a lot of his works reflected that.

[MotorCityBuck]

No Kidding.
If your gonna create a cartoon I'd prefer the two headed dog from Ray Harryhausens Jason And The Argonauts.

[Savage Beast]

One of my favorite books of all time!

[Tijeras_Slim]

Looks fake.

[Extremely Extreme Extremist]

ROFL

[SoFloFreeper]

if they keep it true to the novel, it might be good.

[Jim Noble]

The night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
When I cremated Sam McGee

[MD Expat in PA]

I remember reading “Call of the Wild” in 5th or 6th grade.

As I recall, I liked it and also in some ways I didn’t like it. As I recall the story had a lot of brutality, which wasn’t so much the problem as was to me the idea of Buck in the end abandoning all humans and answering “the call of the wild” to run wild with the wolves who were IIRC in the book, sometimes just as cruel as the humans.

I also have to wonder how closely the movie will follow the plot of the novel.

Near the end of the book, Thorton and his gold seeking companions are murdered by a group of Indians - the Yeehats and Buck kills several of them to avenge Thornton’s death. Buck is then attacked by the wolf pack he’d been running with in between being with Thorton. Buck wins the battle against the alpha wolves and then then finds that the same wolf he had earlier socialized with was in the pack he fought. Buck then follows the wolf and its pack into the forest and “answers the call of the wild”. At the end of the book, Buck comes out of the backwoods once a year on the anniversary of his attack on the Yeehats, at the former campsite where he was last with Thornton, Hans, and Pete, in order to mourn their deaths— while each winter he heads the wolf-pack, wreaking vengeance on the Yeehats.

Somehow, while I could be wrong, I don’t think “native American’s” are going to be portrayed as villains or ending with Buck and his pack continuing to seek vengeance on them.

And the CGI? Why? It isn’t very convincing IMO.

[Jim Noble]

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

[SamAdams76]

Same here. I've easily read that book 10 times since my first reading in 4th grade.

I've also read just about all the Jack London short stories with my favorite one being "The White Silence."

[reasonisfaith]

I grew up reading this story also.

[daler]

Jack London was my favorite author as a teenager.

I was devastated to learn he was a die-hard Socialist.