Simba and Bambi are a part of your complete breakfast.
For
once, I wish there was a Disney movie where everyone and everything
(women and children) dies. BAM! Just like that. Imagine the critic and
the rave reviews it would get. If you think about it, Disney movies
tease you with a few deaths here and there, but they don't go the full
10 yards.
Death is what brings in the green. Lion King did it. So did Mulan and
Bambi. If you were to put those three movies together--Mulan slashes
Scar and Mufasa's throat, then in retaliation, they bite Bambi's mother
who in quick reflex, kicks Mulan in her jugular--and the audience will
go wild.
Aww, how cute! He's sleeping--or so little naive Simba thought.
Speaking
of death, I read in a news paper a long time ago about some guy that
worked at a local Taco Bell that got killed when the bean cooker
exploded. What a stupid way to die. I'm glad he's dead. More air for
me. It's also one less person serving Taco Bell trash that I have to
worry about (these babies should come with warning labels). I hate Taco
Bell. I want to eat that stupid little dog on the commercials. "Yo
quiero Tac-...ack!"