The Lion King
1994
For those of you who have not read my last blog, Sparkles and Dust, I will share with you a story. Once I had hit my quarter mark, which I believe was after I watched the twenty first movie, I let myself take the next post to write about whatever movie I wanted to, one of my absolute favorites. Want to guess what movie I wrote a detailed blog post about?
Well, if you are smart, you probably guessed The Lion King. Why else would I be talking about it on this blog entry for The Lion King? So. I get to write an entire new blog on a movie I’ve already written about! Woo!
So, Simba is a lion, he is the lion prince, his dad dies because Simba’s evil uncle Scar kills him, and eventually Simba comes to rule all of Pride Rock, the lion kingdom. And Scar dies. Really. If you want to see what a summary of The Lion King looks like, click here. Yay links! They make me lazy.
Instead, I want to talk about HOW I FREAKING LOVE THIS MOVIE. SO. MUCH. I SHOULD ALWAYS WRITE IN CAPS. DON’T YOU AGREE? No? Fine.
Anyway, this movie is fantastic. It’s for sure on my top three favorite movies in the entire history of film, the other two being The Sting and The Breakfast Club. I have weird taste, what can I say.
I can say that I have an unhealthy obsession with this movie. I always have. When I was little I watched this movie daily. Sometimes twice daily. My older sister was able to understand the whole movie when she watched it in third grade during Spanish, because she had it memorized due to my fixation with it. I owned Simba slippers. I have the soundtrack, on both tape and CD. I owned the VHS, and when it died I promptly bought the DVD, which is on its last legs. Soon it will be upgraded to Blu-Ray, so it’s all good. The day my mom threw out my nightlight with Simba and the stars on it is forever engrained in my brain as one of the saddest days in my life. This happened when I was five or so by the way. I am in no way still scared of the dark and I don’t need a nightlight anymore! What? I don’t! I swear! I know better than to think a mere nightlight is going to keep away the creepy monsters that totally do come out at night. Sheesh.
Last year I even went to New York City and saw this story played out on Broadway. It wasn’t as good. Not to say it wasn’t wonderful, because it was, it just wasn’t this movie. Today I found out that The Lion King is returning to theatres, and that’s the best news I’ve heard in a while.
Do you get the fact I love this movie yet? I can keep going! I own bed sheets! However, I think you’re probably beginning to think I am nuts, so maybe I should stop…
There are countless reasons why I adore this movie. It has transitioned well for me, from loving it as a kid because it was colorful and fun to watch, to now my seventeen year old self, who enjoys this movie for more grown up reasons. It’s emotionally touching, with the death scene of Mufasa being the saddest moment in film history. Don’t even argue, you know it’s true. You even get a lovely message about putting the past behind you, something all adults will have to deal with at one time or another.
I could literally go on about this movie for pages. I could talk about how beautiful it is, most assuredly the best drawn of any Disney movie ever created. Or I could talk about the wonderful soundtrack that I can sing every word to. Or I could talk about how each character is terrific and hilarious in its own way. Or! I could just stop rambling on like a crazy fool, which is probably what I need to do. I’ll leave you with this: I LOVE LION KING!
Movie Watching Budd(y)(ies): Lorna, who does in fact love this movie, but not as much as me. I don’t think that’s possible though.
Best Song: I’ve been thinking about that since I watched this nearly nine hours ago. It’s a truly tough call. I’d have to say “Can You Feel the Love Tonight.” It’s hilarious beauty in a song.
Best Part: I can’t decide that. There isn’t a part I don’t like. I love this movie. Have I said that yet?
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