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Truly The Lion King.



I had seen the movie a couple of times before too. However this time I saw it from a new perspective. Earlier it was the animated version and the remake is the photo realistic version. Nevertheless the fresh one is as amazing as the original.

When I had first watched the lion king I was still in school and saw it like I would watch any other animated Disney movie, with a lot of curiosity and amusement. Well ofcourse Disney always delivers. And it did this time too.

Later when I saw the movie with my kids, I saw it through their eyes. I watched their expressions more than the movie. When my elder9 saw Mufasa the first time on screen her jaw had dropped in awe. She just fell for the cute little lion Simba. My younger one was too young to understand any of it but she sure seemed to be fascinated by the Lion King.

Yesterday when we saw the remake of The Lion King I was totally enthralled by the photo realistic version of it. The VFX is pretty neat. This time I knew the plot so I got entwined in the near human like behaviour and nature of animals. The jealousy of Scar for not being able to become the king, the loyalty of Zazu towards his king and the royal family, the friendship of Timon and Pumbaa and then Simba is incredible.

The stealthy hyena Shenzi is just as bad as it gets. The gregarious mongoose and the wise- crack wild pig's hilarious banter is epic and pretty much steals the show. Yesterday my younger5 cried when Mufasa died and sat throughout the movie without disturbing her seatmates. She wanted to take home the baby lion. I had liked the lion king before too and I have liked it once again which pretty much summarizes the movie's effect on us. Cheers!

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