African Cats –review

Umm...Hakuna Matata?

    “African Cats” is a beautiful movie.  Every frame of it is like a postcard of the savannah.  It’s filmed like a National Geographic narrated by none other than Samuel L. (Bad Ass Motherfucker) Jackson.  It shows nature at it’s most fickle and its most cruel at times. That being said if you are like me and are overly sensitive about watching animals die than this is not the movie for you.

Ack! I've fallen and I can't get up.

            They do make big deal of characterizing the animals in such a way that there is a good lion pride and an evil lion pride.  Why?  Because the leader of the other pride is on his way to take over the pride and his coming will likely mean the death of the cubs.  This is portrayed like it is the coming of Sauron and the Nazgul.  In reality as much as this might be a shitty bit of nature it’s what a lion does.  It’s like making out bees to be villains because they sting people when it’s their nature to do so sometimes.

Does this lion look like a bitch?

            Besides that we have a cheetah family that is trying to survive in the cruel harsh nature of the plains.  They goes through just about every little bit of crap that African wilds can throw at them and with the exception of baboons armed with spears or something else ridiculous.  Just to keep on trucking with the message about motherhood that seem to have been lost in all the cruelness the rest of the film gives us. 

            But I’ll admit I’m sensitive about animals.  I know it’s part of the circle of life and all but it doesn’t mean I can’t empathize with another creature in pain.  So if you can handle watching that sort of thing it’s an amazing movie.  But otherwise get ready for a movie that will break your heart in worse ways than “Bambi”.