I would've liked The Lion King a lot more if during Simba's exile he actually matured and learned things. But instead they felt that he should sing, dance, get fat and lazy, eat berries all day, forget his whole life, and grow a hippie mane. Hakuna, matata, hakuna, matata.
In the Disney camp, I prefer The Little Mermaid, Aladdin, The Sword in the Stone, and Sleeping Beauty.












