A regular board game column that I sometimes skim through wrote this little review/tribute to Jumanji, and I found it very moving.
You should read it before continuing on, because I'm going to spoil the best part
Jumanji, the board game, is much like life itself. It starts quietly and finishes in much the same way. But between these two stages it is loud and messy and dark and wild and often frightening. The game just wouldn’t be bearable at all if it didn’t have people like that strange wild man, that force of joy and light, bursting forth every so often to provide us with the life-saving distraction of laughter.
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