I had some very specific memories of Disney's live action adaptation of The Jungle Book from the 90s so I recently re-watched it and, damn. For those not familiar with this movie, it's really got nothing to do with Kipling or the animated version at all - the first two thirds of it play as a kind of mildly charming Tarzan derivative consisting of the heroine trying to civilize Mowgli (with the help of Sam Neil and John Cleese) by teaching him the alphabet, taking him to dinner parties, etc. while rejecting the advances of a scenery-chewing Cary Elwes.
Out of nowhere the movie transforms into an Indiana Jones installment with a take no prisoners mentality that makes Crystal Skull come off as a Blues Clues episode (if it really needed help in the regard). What happens is the bad guys, who are mostly depicted as just a bunch of bumbling oafs in way over their heads, kidnap Mowgli and the heroine and force the former to lead them to a lost city of treasure deep in the jungle. Along the way the bad guys meet horrible deaths one-by-one: they drown in quicksand, fall off precipices onto rocks, get mauled by tigers, swallowed underwater by snakes, etc. These scenes are handled with a kind unsettling gratuitousness that's more befitting of the Saw franchise, even though I've never seen a Saw movie.
There's this one scene that takes the cake though. So one of the supporting villains, who'd suffered a bullet to the leg earlier in the flick, is chasing Mowgli through a temple and winds up in some sort of cramped mausoleum. There he inadvertently sets off a booby trap that makes the chamber fill with salt and depress a stone ceiling, sealing him inside. We - the seven year old audience - are treated to his desperate and vain attempts to escape, plus some salt getting into his wound, before his screams are silenced. You can't make this stuff up.
