This past week, the traveling production of Disney’s Broadway hit The Lion King rolled into my hometown of Phoenix, AZ, and I found myself with a ticket for last night’s performance. I went to see it with my 16-year-old sister, not expecting to be especially bowled over—both of us had seen the show before, a few years ago, and I expected that the surprises and spectacular costumes wouldn’t be quite as awe-inspiring the second time around.
However, to say it plainly, I was utterly wrong. The jokes were far from stale, the songs were still lively as ever, and I found myself completely absorbed even though I was fully aware of exactly when Mufasa would die (the show’s climactic tear-jerker moment). Even my sister, who isn’t always easy to impress, looked over at me periodically and whispered “I don’t remember this part” or “This is so amazing!”
In truth, I shouldn’t have been so shocked at finding The Lion King to still be entertaining. After all, I’ve seen other shows multiple times, such as Wicked and Spring Awakening, and would leap at the chance to go again. It seemed like maybe the over-the-top aspects of The Lion King—such as the endless flow of masks, puppets, and strobe lights—might lose their impact over time, but that wasn’t so. I guess it was unfair for me to assume that anything Disney had to get old at some point, because many of the original animated movies from decades ago are considered timeless and the stories are enduringly meaningful. So, I’ll gladly let The Lion King join the ranks of Disney classics, in both movie and musical form, and have the lengthy Broadway run it deserves.