This movie shows one of the most classic examples of a selfish, unsupportive heroin I've ever seen. I can't believe more people haven't mentioned this before...
So Simba watches his own father be murdered right in front of him, is led to believe that it's all his fault by his own trechourous uncle, runs away from home while being chased by a pack of pedophile hyenas, and basically grows up under the tutilidge of two animals he has to continually resist the carnal urge to devour. Then this broad Nala pops up years later out of NOWHERE demanding that Simba come back and be the King, not even trying to understand the fact that this dude is going through serious traumatic PTSD. I always hated that portion of the flick, makes Nala look like a cold, gold digging bytch....