There are any number of great movies out there meant to honor great dads in the world. Father of the Bride, National Lampoons Vacation, Parenthood. But if there’s one movie I’m going to watch on Father’s Day, it’s The Lion King.
I know that’s a pretty grim choice, considering the father at the center of the animated flick dies in the first third of the movie. (Though, if you watched it, you know he LIVES ON IN SIMBA!) But it’s my go-to movie because it’s one of my earliest theater-going memories with my dad. And before you ask: yes, watching Mufasa’s death for the first time while sitting next to your actual father is one of the most upsetting moments in the world when you’re seven years old. But one of the best? Realizing your dad does a mean impression of Mufasa and having him entertain your pleas for repeated performances. I may have even recorded one or two of these on my Talkboy. Oh, the ’90s.
Living here in New York, I’m about 2,000 miles from where my parents live in Texas, and on Father’s Day, Mother’s Day, and even their birthdays, every mile between us feels like 100. They might as well be on the other side of the world. So once the customary phone call is made today, if I’m still looking to close the gap a little, I’m pretty sure I know what I’m going to pop into the Blu-ray.
Well, that or Goodfellas. But that’s another story entirely.