Rewatched with the kids and husband this week and boy does the musical number Circle of Life interposed with the opening sequence gives me goosebumps. STILL. The Lion King terrified me as a child, watching Mufasa die and Simba deal with his grief and self-inflicted blame as he grows into adulthood. The once-lush and verdant pride rock exhausted of its vitality when Simba returns—apocalyptic but with the promise of life renewing again. Nature is never fully defeated—give it time and…
