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Doomtown Theater Presents: Frozen

When the ladies at the spa where I work found out I had never seen Frozen, they were all like, "Damn, girl! You've got to rent it! It is SO good!" One of them even said it made her cry. I knew this wouldn't happen to me. No movie has ever made me cry. Ever. Not Titanic. Not Schindler's List. Not even Big Trouble in Little China-although, I must admit, I got a little misty eyed when Jack Burton finally got his truck back.

I'm only human, damn it!

Darren had it on Blu-Ray so we both decided to hunker down to see what all the fuss was about. I didn't cry. I didn't even get misty eyed. When the girls at work asked what I thought of it, I shrugged and said, "It was meh." They were astounded, probably wondering what the hell was wrong with me. Every woman I've talked to about it since has said it's the best animated movie Disney has ever put out and they don't understand how I don't feel the same way. The word that usually comes up when describing it to me is "empowering" or some such equivalent, and I'm not saying it's not. I've never really understood that whole love at first sight shtick. And bringing some chick back from the dead with "true love's kiss" is just creepy as fuck. Kudos to Disney for not falling into the same misogynistic trap it usually falls into, but that didn't make me like the movie any better. I just thought the story was...meh.

All arguing over whether or not this movie passes the Bechdel Test aside, I just wasn't that into it. Mostly for the reasons explained here. And here. And the fact that that Kristoff guy likes his reindeer friend a little too much for comfort. Not that I'm judging. Okay, maybe just a little.

Is it me, or is that look on Sven's face just a little too..."rapey"?
I've decided to live tweet my Frozen movie experience in an attempt to help these ladies understand why I feel the way I do about this movie. And because I'm bored and need to post something other than a Lazy Time Reblog. Blogger still sucks, but I finally figured out how to embed this biotch. Go me! Enjoy.


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