Well, today I found a copy of the DVD in the village book
exchange and decided it was time to lay this troublesome ghost to rest. I made
15 minutes and 41 seconds tonight before I could stand the assault on my
sensibilities no longer and switched it off.
It began promisingly with, insofar as the limitations of the
animated format would allow, a reasonable evocation of the Romance of Africa.
And the opening song was a splendid African one sung by a splendid African
voice in some splendid African language.
And then it went downhill rapidly: down, down, down into
that deep vat of excessively sugary gloop on which Disney Studios founded its
unenviable reputation. When it got to the point where two little lion cubs began
singing a typically soggy, Disneyesque song in the kind of voice explicitly
reserved for the classic, pre-pubescent American brat, my strength of purpose
evaporated. Shame, but there it is.
Did you know that lionesses will sometimes gang
up on a lone male and kill it?
(And I’m aware that my posts of late have exhibited an
apparent hint of anti-American bias. Sorry, Americans; no offence meant. It’s
just that I’ve felt a little swamped lately by manifestations of the negative
side of the American image – most notably Trump, Walt Disney, gun crime, and
support for the alt-right Establishments in Israel
and Saudi Arabia.
Trump’s assertion that the Saudi regime is a fine and upstanding one because it
buys lots of American guns is both irrational and difficult to swallow. I
expect I’ll get over it.)
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