Dillon(!)’s review published on Letterboxd:
"It's a meaningless line of indifference."
So true!!! Disney's Gus Van Sant's Psycho, but further devoid of anything and everything considered genuinely creative, beautiful, affectionate, charming, or confident in today's time, culminating as a horrendously soulless self-portrait of a mega-corporation devouring itself and choosing to annihilate all lingering instances of the sprawling magic which once nourished the company to gleaming wonder. The Lion King churns out a resulting dissonance so vigorously draining that it becomes near impossible to remember how special this delightful story once felt, epitomizing the visually abominable height of people walking into a movie theatre, saying "I remember that" during the longest Planet Earth episode in recorded history, and then leaving after witnessing the vile gentrification of an architectural landmark. I've seen Tik Toks with more creativity than this. Originality is dead (because Disney can't help but slaughter authentic imagination across every artistic platform these days), yet the worst discernible point of any heinous aggravation at humanity's ineptness (I'm still trying to have hope...) emerges from everyone who's applauding this. It's extremely difficult to get more pathetic than this and all the more saddening within those who will eat up their very own nostalgia and are happy to beg for more. Padmé Amidala was right... "So this is how liberty dies, with thunderous applause." We're the zombies.
An internal memo sent out in 1981 by Michael Eisner - Disney's CEO:
"We have no obligation to make history. We have no obligation to make art. We have no obligation to make a statement. To make money is our only objective."