If you know any small female people you might have heard of this movie Frozen.
The four of us went to see it over the thanksgiving holiday weekend. Wow hit his movie-viewing limit about fifteen minutes into the film, and so the two of us were in the lobby playing violent video games during an incident that LD would tell me about later. (We weren’t exactly “playing them” per se… I did allow him to crawl into a large video arcade that was shaped like tank and equipped with two plastic rifles set up in front of an over sized screen. He spent a good forty minutes playing with the rifles. He did not, thankfully, pantomime any shooting or demonstrate an awareness of what the rifles, which were as long as he was, were used for.)
(Warning – spoiler alert) Somewhere towards the end one of the main characters sustains what would appear to be a lethal injury. In an otherwise silent theater, little Munch, unable to contain her grief, started wailing as loud as she could. People in the seats around LD and Munch would later tell LD that Munch’s crying was the most heartbreaking part of the movie. LD held her in his lap, and, this being Disney, there was a happy ending that did not involve the death of a main character (I think, anyway, not having been there and all).
Although I haven’t seen it, I like what I know about Frozen. And, despite her mid movie breakdown, Munch is obsessed.
I have a lot less anxiety about the pretty pretty princess thing now than I used to. I’m fairly certain that old Disney movies are not the most influential factor in her upbringing and that she will grow out of this with time. To be honest, her new interest in Barbie (Mita….) is causing me far more indigestion than Sleeping Beauty or Cinderella. And I think Disney got it right with a movie about positive female relationships (i.e. lacking in jealous, evil, and/or murderous step mothers, step sisters, and fairies) where the main characters wear clothing (I’m looking at you Tinkerbell, and you Ariel), try to accept who they are, and learn that surprise surprise love at first sight IS NOT A GOOD THING. I would have preferred there to have been a mother [a novel feature of Brave wherein (1) the main character is not motherless (2) that mother raises that daughter and (3) loves her intensely. So I’ll take it, Disney, even with the whole poisoning incident] but find this a forgivable point in the estimation of a movie about the importance of that other - equally intense, complicated, and frustrating - type of relationship between women: sisterhood.
But Munch doesn’t have a sister. So, Disney, if you can make a movie about brothers and sisters that’s as good as Frozen, I’m all yours. On a totally unrelated note (and thus requiring its own font), although I am underwhelmed by the number of real comments left on this blog, I am overwhelmed by the number of spam comments. I'm turning back on the function where you have to identify yourself in order to comment. Sorry to you (few) who like to comment anonymously.