Frozen and the art of unlearning
I was born as a child of winter, in the midst of a blizzard. I feel it down to my bones, feel rime creep in around the corner of my eyes when I close them, feel my skin exult at the biting air that blows in when October starts to die and make way for...
Let it go? No.
I had to think for a while about why, exactly, I like Frozen as much as I do. It was never much of a question for me why I identified so strongly with, say, Wreck-It Ralph, but Frozen prompted more questions for me simply on the basis that I don't have a deep connection to the source material as much. The conclusions I reached, like always, are what fueled this particular article, and I certainly hope you enjoy reading about them. Because this is, as always, a film that can be intensely personal to learn about and understand. It might not have the same sort of universal lessons as other stuff, but it does have important stuff in there. That's what I'm trying to unpack here, and I hope you enjoy the examination.