A few weeks ago I went to see The Lion King. Not sure how this one slipped by me for so long.
Anyway there's little you can say about it really. It is brilliant. And incredibly moving. I know Disney get a lot of shit from people for presenting a candy coloured vision of the world. But you just get them on father children relationships and it quickly gets dark.
Look at Nemo, Peter Pan or Mary Poppins. In the Lion King Simba gets crushed under the weight of expectation there is for him following the footsteps of his father.
The resolution is satisfying but the scene that moves is the encounter with his father's ghost in the wilderness. I was pretty moved (man talk translation, I cried a little bit).
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