Frozen

Based on the Snow Queen, a story by Hans Christian Andersen, Frozen is about two sisters, Elsa and Anna, who become estranged because an accident caused by the older sister’s magical power harms the younger one.

Anna, the younger sister, is lonely in the isolated Norwegian palace.  Her parents, the King and Queen, lock out the world in an attempt to prevent further accidents.  The opening scene, with men cutting ice, is beautiful.  The music matches the rhythm of the work, and the images of ice being hammered, split, and loaded onto sleds, was the high point of the movie to me.

Visually, the girls look like Barbie dolls with huge eyes that are slightly crossed. As they reach maturity, and the elder becomes queen, a crisis brought on by unbridled magic occurs.  I wish the older sister had more to her character than fear and self loathing.  Where is a modern shrink when you need one?  The movie is really about Anna, who must find true love, as in all good fairy tales, to be released from her icy curse.

The sidekicks, especially an asymmetrical snowman with easily re-assembled parts, provide comic relief.  There’s a twist to the story that should not have surprised me, but provides a satisfying turn.  Music reminded me of Les Miserables or Rent with pop star voices belting out the earnest anthems.

If there is a motto to the story, it might be, “A boy and his reindeer are not easily parted.” Or, “A boy’s best friend is his reindeer.”  or “Always listen to your best friend’s advice, especially if it is a trusty reindeer named Sven.”  As usual in a Disney movie, it is the animals who make the most sense.

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About Patricia Markert

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One Response to Frozen

  1. I saw ‘Frozen’ with my nieces. They’d already seen it a few times and sang along with the score. I noticed that one theater in Manhattan actually has a “sing-along” showing of the movie. The music’s obviously a huge hit. I saw a young girl, maybe 4 or 5, in Riverside Park the other morning, walking several feet behind her mother who was pushing a younger sibling in a stroller. The girl was singing quietly to herself. I slowed down to listen. It was “Let it Go.”

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