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The Lion King makes me cry. It reminds me of my dad

By Stephen Feber   September 2003

I cry in films. I don’t mean a discreet eye-watering but lip-biting, painful weeping. I cried during The Lion King, Lost in Space, Free Willy, probably in Toy Story and certainly in Doctor Dolittle. My children are used to this but it still worries them-they remain dry-eyed and stoical through the most heart-wrenching movie moments. After years of practice I can mostly cry semi-silently. Occasionally, though, my control goes and a low-key lamentation escapes, rolling across a quiet part of the film. At this a dozen, small, screen-lit faces turn towards me and my son digs me in the ribs…

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