There has always been a special place in my heart for The Lion King. For starters, it was the first movie that ever made me cry (at least that I can remember). It also taught me a bit about toxicity within family dynamics.
When a film is close to your heart, naturally, you have reservations about remakes, sequels, prequels or anything else that might tarnish the original. Five years ago, I took a chance on the live-action version of The Lion King (because of Beyoncé, of course). And for the prequel/sequel, Mufasa: The Lion King, it was somebody else who brought me to the theater: Blue Ivy Carter.