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Tame lions

What this feels like is replacement for novelty's sake and destruction for meanness' sake.

I don’t plan on seeing Mufasa, although having young relatives may complicate things. It’s certainly not something I want to see. I saw the 1994 Lion King in theaters as a kid and my lasting takeaway from that — based on what happens to Mufasa there — is that life is too fucking short. Too short to watch something that looks so dreary and dogshit of my own accord, for sure. And I’m also not a fan of Disney as a company. But if there’s a main reason I have no interest in this movie, it’s because of MGM.

The history of MGM’s lion logo is fascinating reading. Our household has a fondness for Slats, the first named lion and the only one who doesn’t roar. He has a shaggy dignity, the King of the Jungle in repose, although Leo is the lion I’ve seen the most, growling at the start of movies from the 1960s onward. That roar was remixed in the 1980s, by the way, and Leo has gotten digital touchups and highlights over the years, he’s always been tweaked since his roar was first dubbed in. But at the heart of that logo is a damn lion, looking around and baring his fangs. I do not know the movie I was watching a few years ago when I first saw the new lion, but I know I had a visceral reaction of repulsion that I still have every time it shows up. Because the new lion, this alleged Leo, is of course fully digitally animated. No real lions need apply.

There are many reasons to avoid using real lions (and real tigers, and real bears) in a movie. The greatest possible argument to do so is another movie, the infamous and insane Roar, in which Tippi Hedren and her family pretend that the actual lions they are living with are just big friendly cats instead of animals that bit and gouged and slashed the stars and crew throughout filming. The lions impose their reality on a would-be fictional film and that reality’s danger and indifference smashes through the film’s intended heartwarming message; this in itself makes for a fascinating movie and text but is not something that should be encouraged (especially considering the actual children involved). Slats and his MGM brothers are owned by the studio and stay safely behind the golden emblem that promises ARS GRATIA ARTIS, or art for art’s sake. But they carry within them the same reality and wild charge as Hedren’s beasts. Even tamed and filmed, that spark of life is there.

It is too early to say if the fake lions of Mufasa or the new MGM logo will destroy the planet, although that seems doubtful. But they’re destroying something else.

“He’s not a tame lion,” is how Aslan is described several times in C.S. Lewis’ Narnia books, in particular the apocalyptic The Last Battle. And in the end of that book Aslan is not even a lion at all, as Lewis moves from the metaphorical and allegorical into Biblical rapture. Lewis’ Anglicanism is often prissy and patrician and condescending but it does believe in a soul, something capable of making a choice for right or wrong. And then dealing with the consequences. The Narnians of The Last Battle choose to believe an Aslan impostor, a poor donkey dressed up in a lion skin, is the real deal, and their whole world is doomed because of it.

It is too early to say if the fake lions of Mufasa or the new MGM logo will destroy the planet, although that seems doubtful. But they’re destroying something else. Through animation a lion could do whatever the animator imagines, like a joyous dance or a shark tank daredevil attack; why are these lions merely mimicking their real-life counterparts? The beasts of Mufasa and the 2019 Lion King may engage in some unrealistic activities — talking, singing, vaguely tolerating Seth Rogen and Billy Eichner — but they do so in a style that forecloses on expression and movement to favor a realism that is entirely unreal. The MGM CGI lion is even worse in this regard, it does nothing an actual lion does not do. And yet there it is instead of the real thing.

This is not art for art’s sake because art is expressive, not imitative. What it feels like is replacement for novelty’s sake and destruction for meanness’ sake. Putting out shoddy images instead of art and replacing reality with dull simulacrums narrows the audience’s expectations on two fronts, limiting its capacity and taming its desire for works that are not tossed-off slop. The kind of gruel that’s given to beings in cages, not ones with the ability and will to choose something better. Lewis’s line that Aslan is “not a tame lion” is an allegory for the unknowable and unbiddable nature of the Christian God; the untamed lions of Roar triumph over the imposed limits of people. But we too were born free. We can choose to fight this imposition of impostor art that denies the expression of our souls. Don’t we have our pride?