The Lion King
Another made-for-video sequel to a Disney masterpiece. As with the Beauty and the Beast and Pocahontas sequels, most of the recognizable vocal talents return, creating a worthwhile successor to the highest-grossing animated film ever. We pick up the story as the lion king, Simba (voiced by Matthew Broderick), and Nala (Moira Kelly) have a new baby cub, a girl named Kiara (Neve Campbell). Like her father before, she seeks adventure and ends up outside the Pridelands, where lions loyal to the evil Scar (who died in the original) have lived with revenge in their hearts. The leader, Zira (a spunky turn from Suzanne Pleshette), schemes to use her son Kovu (Jason Marsden) to destroy Simba. As luck with have it, Kiara has bumped into Kovu and fallen in love. This all sounds familiar since all of Disney's straight-to-video sequels have played it very safe, nearly repeating the originals' story, tone, and pace. Perhaps there were too many cooks for this production. Besides the two screenplay credits, there are eight other writers credited for additional written material. The look of the film has none of the surprise of the original but is far superior to other animated videos. In fact, the film played in European theaters. For kids, the sequel will be a favorite. The comic antics of Timon (Nathan Lane) and Pumba (Ernie Sabella) are enjoyable, as is Andy Dick as Nuka, the mixed-up older son of Zira. And there's plenty of action. The best element is the music. Relying on more African-influenced music, the five songs featured are far superior to those in Disney's other sequels. Zira's song of revenge, "My Lullaby," was cowritten by Buffy the Vampire Slayer creator Joss Whedon. The standout opening number, "He Lives in You," was created for the Lion King Broadway smash and now finds a whole new audience. --Doug Thomas
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Timon:
What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula?
Young Simba:
Hey, Uncle Scar. Guess what?
Scar:
I despise guessing games.
Young Simba:
I'm going to be King of Pride Rock.
Scar:
Oh Goodee.
Young Simba:
My dad just showed me the whole kingdom. And I'm gonna rule it all. Heheh.
Scar:
Yes, well forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, you know.
Young Simba:
Hey Uncle Scar, when I'm King, what'll that make you?
Scar:
A monkey's uncle.
Young Simba:
You're so weird.
Scar:
You have no idea.
Pumbaa:
It's our motto.
Young Simba:
What's a motto?
Timon:
Nothing. What's a motto with you?
Timon:
Let me get this straight. You know her. She knows you. But she wants to eat him. And everybody's okay with this? DID I MISS SOMETHING?
Zazu:
Lemme out. Lemme out.
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Timon:
Lemme in. Lemme in.
Nala:
Have you guys seen Simba?
Timon:
I thought he was with you.
Nala:
He was but now I can't find him. Where is he?
Rafiki:
You won't find him here. The King has returned.
Nala:
I don't believe it. He's gone back.
Timon:
What?
Timon:
Hey, what's going on here? Who's the monkey?
Nala:
Simba's gone back to challenge Scar.
Timon:
Who?
Nala:
Scar.
Pumbaa:
Who's got a scar?
Nala:
No no no. It's his uncle.
Timon:
The monkey's his uncle?
Nala:
No. Simba's gone back to challenge his uncle to take his place as king.
Timon:
Timon:
Please don't eat me.
Pumbaa:
Drop 'em!
Banzai:
Hey! Who's the pig?
Pumbaa:
Are you talkin' to me?
Timon:
Uh-oh, they called him a pig.
Pumbaa:
Are you talking to *me*?
Timon:
Ya shouldn't have done that.
Pumbaa:
Are you talking to ME?
Timon:
Now they're in for it.
Pumbaa:
They call me MR. PIG. AHHHH!
Timon:
We're gonna fight your uncle... for this?
Adult Simba:
Yes, Timon. This is my home.
Timon:
Whoa. Talk about your fixer-upper.
Adult Simba:
That's not my father, that's just my reflection.
Rafiki:
No, look harder.
Rafiki:
You see? He lives in you.
Mufasa's ghost:
Simba.
Adult Simba:
Father?
Mufasa's ghost:
Simba, you have forgotten me.
Adult Simba:
No. How could I?
Mufasa's ghost:
You have forgotten who you are and so have forgotten me. Look inside yourself, Simba. You are more than what you have become. You must take your place in the Circle of Life.
Adult Simba:
How can I go back? I'm not who I used to be.
Mufasa's ghost:
Remember who you are. You are my son and the one true king. Remember...
Young Simba:
Dad?
Mufasa:
Hmm?
Young Simba:
We're pals, right?
Mufasa:
Right.
Young Simba:
And we'll always be together, right?
Mufasa:
Simba, let me tell you something my father told me. Look at the stars, the great kings of the past are up there, watching over us.
Young Simba:
Really?
Mufasa:
Yes. So whenever you feel alone just remember that those kings will always be there to guide you and so will I.
Sarabi:
Your son is awake.
Mufasa:
Before sunrise he's YOUR son.
Pumbaa:
Timon, ever wonder what those sparkly dots are up there?
Timon:
Pumbaa, I don't wonder; I know.
Pumbaa:
Oh. What are they?
Timon:
They're fireflies. Fireflies that, uh... got stuck up on that big bluish-black thing.
Pumbaa:
Oh, gee. I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away.
Timon:
Pumbaa, with you, everything's gas.
Timon:
Gee. He looks blue.
Pumbaa:
I'd say brownish-gold.
Timon:
No no no no, I mean he's depressed.
Pumbaa:
Oh.
Zazu:
Checking in with the morning report.
Mufasa:
Fire away.
Zazu:
Well the buzz from the bees is that the leopards are in a bit of a spot. And the baboons are going ape over this. Of course, the giraffes are acting like they're above it all... The tick birds are pecking on the elephants. I told the elephants to forget it, but they can't. The cheetahs are hard up, but I always say, cheetahs never prosper...
Mufasa:
Look, Simba. Everything the light touches is our kingdom.
Young Simba:
Whoa...
Mufasa:
A king's time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. One day, Simba, the sun will set on my time here, and will rise with you as the new king.
Young Simba:
And this'll all be mine?
Mufasa:
Everything...
Young Simba:
Everything the light touches...
Nala:
What's happened to you? You're not the Simba I remember.
Adult Simba:
You're right, I'm not. Now are you satisfied?
Nala:
No, just disappointed.
Adult Simba:
You know you're starting to sound like my father.
Nala:
Good. At least one of us is.
Zazu:
Oh, just look at you two. Little seeds of romance blossoming in the savannah. Your parents will be thrilled what with your being betrothed and all.
Young Simba:
Be-what?
Zazu:
Betrothed. Intended. Affianced.
Young Nala:
Meaning...?
Zazu:
One day, you two are going to be married.
Young Simba:
Yuck.
Young Nala:
Ewww.
Young Simba:
I can't marry her. She's my friend.
Young Nala:
Yeah. It'd be too weird.
Zazu:
Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but you two turtle-doves have no choice. It's a tradition that goes back generations.
Young Simba:
Well, when I'm king, that'll be the first thing to go.
Zazu:
Not so long as I'm around.
Young Simba:
Well, in that case, you're fired.
Zazu:
Hmmm... Nice try, but only the king can do that.
Young Nala:
Well, he's the future king.
Young Simba:
Yeah. So you have to do what I tell you.
Zazu:
Not yet I don't. And with an attitude like that, I'm afraid you're shaping up to be a pretty pathetic king indeed.
Young Simba:
Hmph. Not the way I see it.
Adult Simba:
I know what I have to do. But going back will mean facing my past. I've been running from it for so long.
Adult Simba:
Oww. Jeez... What was that for?
Rafiki:
It doesn't matter, it's in the past.
Adult Simba:
Yeah, but it still hurts.
Rafiki:
Oh yes, the past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it.
Rafiki:
Ha. You See? So what are you going to do?
Adult Simba:
First, I'm gonna take your stick.
Rafiki:
No, not the stick. Hey, where you going?
Adult Simba:
I'm going back.
Rafiki:
Good. Go on. Get out of here.
Pumbaa:
Slimy... yet satisfying.
Timon:
This looks like a good spot to rustle up some grub.
Young Simba:
What's that?
Timon:
A grub. What's it look like?
Young Simba:
Ewwwww, gross.
Timon:
Tastes like chicken.
Young Simba:
Man, I'm stuffed.
Pumbaa:
Me, too. I ate like a pig.
Young Simba:
Pumbaa, you *are* a pig.
Pumbaa:
It's like my buddy Timon always says: you got to put your behind in your past.
Timon:
No, no no. Amateur. Sit down before you hurt yourself. It's "You got to put your past behind you."
Shenzi:
What's the hurry? We'd love you to stick around for dinner.
Banzai:
Yeah. We could have whatever's "lion" around.
Shenzi:
Oh wait, wait, wait. I got one, I got one. Make mine a "cub" sandwich. Whatcha think?
Banzai:
Hey, did we order this dinner to go?
Shenzi:
No, why?
Banzai:
Cause there it goes.
Mufasa:
What am I going to do with him?
Zazu:
He'd make a very handsome throw rug.
Mufasa:
Zazu.
Zazu:
And just think, whenever he gets dirty you can take him out and beat him.
Zazu:
As the King's brother you should've been first in line.
Scar:
I was first in line, until the little hair ball was born.
Pumbaa:
What'd ya do, Kid?
Young Simba:
Something terrible. But I don't wanna talk about it.
Timon:
Good. We don't wanna hear about it.
Banzai:
Hippity hop, all the way to the birdie boiler.
Zazu:
No, not the birdie boiler.
Scar:
Life's not fair, is it? You see, I... well, I shall never be king. And you... shall never see the light of another day. Adieu.
Zazu:
Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?
Shenzi:
Hey. There he goes. There he goes.
Banzai:
So go get him.
Shenzi:
There ain't no way I'm going in there. What, you want me to come out there looking like you, Cactus-Butt?
Mufasa:
Everything you see exists together in a delicate balance. As king, you need to understand that balance and respect all the creatures, from the crawling ant to the leaping antelope.
Young Simba:
But dad, don't we eat the antelope?
Mufasa:
Yes, Simba, but let me explain. When we die, our bodies become the grass, and the antelope eat the grass. And so we are all connnected in the great Circle of Life.
Timon:
Look, kid. Bad things happen, and you can't do anything about it. Right?
Young Simba:
Right.
Timon:
Wrong. When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world.
Shenzi:
Shut up.
Banzai:
I can't help it. I'm so hungry... I gotta have a wildebeest.
Shenzi:
Stay PUT.
Banzai:
Well... can't I just pick off one of the little sick ones?
Shenzi:
NO.
Young Simba:
Everything the light touches... But what about that shadowy place?
Mufasa:
That's beyond our borders. You must never go there Simba.
Young Simba:
But I thought a king can do whatever he wants.
Mufasa:
There's more to being a king than getting your way all the time.
Young Simba:
There's more?
Mufasa:
Heh heh, Simba.
Young Simba:
All right, it worked.
Nala:
We lost 'im.
Young Simba:
I... am a genius.
Nala:
Hey, Genius, it was my idea.
Young Simba:
Yeah, but I pulled it off.
Young Nala:
With me.
Young Simba:
Oh yeah?
Zazu:
There's one in every family - two in mine, actually - and they always manage to ruin special occasions.
Scar:
I'm TEN times the king Mufasa was.
Banzai:
Man, I hate lions.
Shenzi:
They're so pushy.
Banzai:
And hairy.
Shenzi:
And stinky.
Banzai:
And, man, are they...
Young Simba:
I'm so hungry I could eat a whole zebra.
Timon:
Ah-ha, we're fresh out of zebra.
Young Simba:
Any antelope?
Timon:
Nah-ah.
Young Simba:
Hippo?
Timon:
Nope. Listen kid, if you're going to live here you gotta have to eat like us.
Scar:
Just remember, it's our little secret.
Timon:
I tell ya, Pumbaa, this stinks!
Pumbaa:
Oh, sorry.
Timon:
Not you, THEM! Him... Her... alone.
Young Simba:
What will I do?
Scar:
Run away Simba... Yes, run away and never return.
Scar:
Kill him.
Pumbaa:
Kid, what's eatin' ya?
Timon:
Nothing! He's at the top of the food chain!
Mufasa:
Scar! Brother, help me!
Scar:
Long live the King.
Adult Simba:
Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip you apart.
Scar:
Oh, Simba, you must understand. The pressures of ruling a kindom...
Adult Simba:
Are no longer yours. Step down, Scar.
Adult Simba:
Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip you apart.
Scar:
Oh, Simba, you must understand. The pressures of ruling a kingdom...
Adult Simba:
Are no longer yours. Step down, Scar.
Scar:
Oh where have I seen this before? Oooh, yes, this is exactly the way your father looked before he died. And here's my little secret... I killed Mufasa!
Adult Simba:
Nooo! Murderer!
Scar:
I'm surrounded by idiots.
Scar:
I know that your powers of retention, are as wet as a warthogs backside. But thick as you are, pay attention! My words are a matter of pride. Its clear from vacant expressions, the lights are not all on upstairs. But we're talking kings and sucessions. Even YOU can't be caught unawares!
Mufasa:
You deliberately disobeyed me! And what's worse! You put Nala in danger!
