C'mon, admit it. You've seen the movie, anyway, so you can admit the title to this post caught your eye.
Maybe not in a good way. Maybe you're expecting some schmaltz about the magic of Disney, what a relief it is to see "positive role model female characters," the usual. Or even more trite, a paean to the fabulous music. Well, you've got admit that film's got some catchy tunes, but I promise, this post won't suddenly burst into song. For one thing, the intellectual property police would be on my tail in the proverbial nanosecond…
Nope, instead I'm going to tell you the story of two sisters.
I took my girls to see Frozen during the tail end of a blizzard in February, which also happened to be the tail end of the film's theater run, pre-Oscars. We were dying to get out the house, and once I convinced the six-year-old that she would survive (she doesn't take cinematic dramatic tension well, to say the least), we braved the weather, paid our matinee admission, and enjoyed a screening with two other brave souls, a father and his approximately seven-year-old son. My nearly-nine-year-old had seen the movie once already in November with her father, so she was prepared and enjoyed it thoroughly. While the little one hid behind the seats during the scary bits, both she and her sister could belt out the mangled, off-key lyrics they'd learned on YouTube and the school bus to their hearts' content without bothering anyone else. Seriously, always take your kids to the movies during snowstorms. It's so much less stressful.
Maybe not in a good way. Maybe you're expecting some schmaltz about the magic of Disney, what a relief it is to see "positive role model female characters," the usual. Or even more trite, a paean to the fabulous music. Well, you've got admit that film's got some catchy tunes, but I promise, this post won't suddenly burst into song. For one thing, the intellectual property police would be on my tail in the proverbial nanosecond…
Nope, instead I'm going to tell you the story of two sisters.
I took my girls to see Frozen during the tail end of a blizzard in February, which also happened to be the tail end of the film's theater run, pre-Oscars. We were dying to get out the house, and once I convinced the six-year-old that she would survive (she doesn't take cinematic dramatic tension well, to say the least), we braved the weather, paid our matinee admission, and enjoyed a screening with two other brave souls, a father and his approximately seven-year-old son. My nearly-nine-year-old had seen the movie once already in November with her father, so she was prepared and enjoyed it thoroughly. While the little one hid behind the seats during the scary bits, both she and her sister could belt out the mangled, off-key lyrics they'd learned on YouTube and the school bus to their hearts' content without bothering anyone else. Seriously, always take your kids to the movies during snowstorms. It's so much less stressful.
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