So everyone was going on and on and on about how I just NEEDED to see this movie because it was soooo good. So maybe it was because of my high expectations, but this movie just fell flat for me. I wouldn’t call it a Disney classic by any stretch. (Which sucks for me, because there’s something about this movie that makes fans get creepy upset with you when you say you didn’t like it much.)
Oh, and for the record. When people compare this movie to Tangled, I develop an eye twitch. No. Just, no. Frozen can’t hold a paper lantern to Tangled.
I mean, let me clarify. I liked the movie. It was fun to watch. But will I buy it on DVD to add to my embarrassingly huge pile of Disney movies? No. Will I nag at my husband to illegally download it so I can dance around the living room in my underwear pretending to be an ice princess? No. (Well, no to everything minus the dancing in my knickers. )
The movie was worth watching for the ice and snow graphics alone because the imagery was simply stunning. But it was stunning to the point where it seems the entire concept of the film was based on “How many cool frozen graphics we can shove into one film..? Let’s see, we can have frozen water droplets, a frozen castle, a frozen dress with a shimmering frozen cloak, and a frozen kingdom and.. and.. and.. we can call the movie FROZEN!” While I know it’s loosely based on Hans Christian Andersons “The Snow Queen”, I rather think the former explanation seems more fitting, all things considered.
My biggest complaint with the movie, of all things, is the music. It just felt like the Frozen soundtrack was one big Wicked rip-off. And the ones that managed to not sound like an overplayed Broadway show tune, just sounded like a made for TV ditty. Cute, enjoyable, but not epic. And the music was not memorable. Nor did it even flow with the film. They seemed forced and at times, slightly awkward.
And while everyone was raving over how “feel good” this film was, I had trouble feeling the warmth of this movie when the plot points were all so coldly calculated. (Haha, see what I did there?)
And I know that people were thrilled to FINALLY have a love story that’s not between a man and a woman, but when it’s thrust into the princess movie context, I’m just left rolling my eyes. Family feel good, siblings getting along flicks are a dime a dozen. I’m pretty sure there’s a whole Brady Bunch-esque sub-genre for the “my sister is my best friend” drivel. But dammit, princess love stories are called princess love stories because they are epic love tales between a prince and his princess. Seriously Disney. Don’t make me go all Facebook and start my “between a man and a woman” lectures on you.
The whole frost storm clearing scene where Anna chooses to save Elsa instead of saving herself is sweet, but it was such an obviously, “Haha, sike! Hoes before bros!” moment that the tenderness was kind of lost on me. The decision was just so forced. It didn’t flow.
In all honesty, I far preferred the opening Mickey Mouse cartoon than the feature film. And I’m not just trying to be the movie critic bad guy. I am so obsessed with Disney, it’s not even funny. Like, the only tattoo I would ever get on my person would be either Jesus or Disney themed. (Which probably tells you all you need to know about me, right there.)
I did like the moral of not rushing out and hooking up with the first “Prince Charming” that comes along, and instead waiting for “someone worth melting for”. If more girls paid attention to that advice, there’d be a lot less baby daddies running around. But then talk about mixed messages! “No, true love doesn’t happen after only knowing a guy for like, a day!! But ohhh hey! Look! This guy you just met in the wilderness is a hunk! Ooo! And he’s friendly to animals and trolls and thing! Go get em, gurl!” Like, huh, wha?!
So many things in the story line just left me unconvinced, to the point where I couldn’t move along with the story because I was still trying to figure out WHY. Why, exactly, did the trolls have to remove Anna’s memories? The explanation seemed so weak. Why did Elsa have to be stuck in her room, compounding her fear and isolation? After a couple of years, you’d think a light bulb would have gone off somewhere. And after all of her years and years and years of isolation, she never ONCE discovered that LOVE could thaw her icy creations?
And what’s with the gloves? Ice wasn’t physically shooting from her hands, she was, I dunno, willing it into existence. How did the gloves help her, exactly? I mean, when she was chained up she was freezing the metal hand shackles and breaking holes out the wall. Clearly, the gloves didn’t do much. And yet they were this huge aspect of the story, like Clark Kent’s glasses. A pointless and yet somehow vital aspect to maintaining her secret identity.
Ugh! I’m so sad I didn’t love this film. I was all geared up and ready to fangirl. I’m gonna go pout over some cookies now.
So, share with the class, what did YOU think of the film?