There it is! The king of the jungle, pacing back and forth, roaring at his vast domain! Look at this lion's bulging muscles, his indelible passion for life, his courage, his might, his ferocity. There he is! Caged in a zoo on the streets of dark London. He's being poked and provoked by an officer of some kind. The ferocious Lion is caged, and there's nothing he can do about it. But you can see his anger, an anger that has perhaps never been greater in his life. You can see it in the way this beast walks, in the way he roars, in his eyes and the way he moves his tail. Perhaps, back in the jungle, this lion was smaller than the rest, weaker than the rest, but here, in his cage, that doesn't matter. People can look upon him and scream because he's big, but what does he care? There's concrete under his feet now, there are bars in front of him. Maybe this was a movie made for a thrill, but what it does is capture perfectly and strikingly caged ferocity, and how some things are beyond anyone's powers.
My grade: 8/10
My grade: 8/10