A consummate sampler platter of the bounty of state-of-the-art animation currently available as alternatives established major-studio house styles.
Better remembered than seen, Beauty and the Beast has been treated unkindly not just by the years that have passed since it was released to enormous acclaim in 1991.
“Hakuna Matata” would mean never having to be subjected to The Lion King ever again, much less having Simba’s growing pains coming at your face in 3D.
In The Lion King, spectacle dominates meaning to frequently reductive effect.
Beauty and the Beast is the movie that convinced Disney they were back in the game.
Open Season is an ideal film for small tykes still undergoing potty training.
Every sound, line of dialogue, and cloying musical number comes through loud and clear.
The Lion King is loaded with hoary bibilical references (rays of light, burning bushes) and Shakespearean shout-outs, but that’s all they are.