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shewhomustSince I don't make New Year resolutions, I can't have resolved to go to the cinema more. But since it's something we don't do as often as we used to, or as often as we'd like to, and enjoy quite a lot when we do it - and since Frozen has been getting rave reviews from people like ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
helenraven and ursulav - yesterday we took ourselves out to the cinema.
We hadn't intended to go to a 3D screening; we had bought tickets a week ago on the basis that by waiting a week we could catch one last 2D showing. But a technical hitch meant that we were handed 3D goggles and told that we could, of course, have our money back but there would not be another chance to see the film at this cinema. So I have now seen my first ever 3D movie (see above, not going to the cinema as often as we'd like). I was mildly surprised that the 3D worked for me at all, and the glasses were not so much uncomfortable as mildly, constantly irritating - I was never not conscious of them. The effect was occasionally spectacular, often pretty and only occasionally tedious (and let's the face it, at those moments when I was thinking "Oh, get on with it!" I would have been thinking the same thing if I'd seen the film in 2D). So that's something I've learned: 3D, not worth seeking out, not worth actively avoiding.
The film itself was fun. It was, as I said, pretty - very pretty. It was often funny. The Disney princesses got not to be total wimps, and the inevitable sickly romance turned out to be totally evitable. So that's all good.
It's probably a sign of my age that my big grouch about can best be expressed by wailing "But what were their parents THINKING?" How much can I say without spoilering? Well, it's part of the set-up that Princess Elsa has powers over ice and snow, and that after an accident her parents tell her to hide her powers, not use them, not admit they exist. The two princesses are then left to their own separate devices in a palace which is evidently not completely deserted (the girls are fed and clothed, and rooms are cleaned) but in which they appear to be denied all human contact. Am I the only one who thinks that this goes beyond neglect into child abuse? Even Kristoff's family, who are, let's face it, a bunch of boulders, are warmer, more demonstratively affectionate. The lesson I took away from Frozen was: if you don't educate your daughters, terrible things will happen.
Well, I'm not arguing with that.
We stayed through to the end of the credits. Not so much for the additional scenelet at the end, which wasn't particularly interesting, but because we always do, and there's always a credit for something you haven't seen before. Frozen's credits were interminable, and included the team responsible for 'Caffeination'.
For anyone who has stayed through to the end of this post, a different kind of frozen, found viamevennen's FaceBook post.
helenraven and ursulav - yesterday we took ourselves out to the cinema. We hadn't intended to go to a 3D screening; we had bought tickets a week ago on the basis that by waiting a week we could catch one last 2D showing. But a technical hitch meant that we were handed 3D goggles and told that we could, of course, have our money back but there would not be another chance to see the film at this cinema. So I have now seen my first ever 3D movie (see above, not going to the cinema as often as we'd like). I was mildly surprised that the 3D worked for me at all, and the glasses were not so much uncomfortable as mildly, constantly irritating - I was never not conscious of them. The effect was occasionally spectacular, often pretty and only occasionally tedious (and let's the face it, at those moments when I was thinking "Oh, get on with it!" I would have been thinking the same thing if I'd seen the film in 2D). So that's something I've learned: 3D, not worth seeking out, not worth actively avoiding.
The film itself was fun. It was, as I said, pretty - very pretty. It was often funny. The Disney princesses got not to be total wimps, and the inevitable sickly romance turned out to be totally evitable. So that's all good.
It's probably a sign of my age that my big grouch about can best be expressed by wailing "But what were their parents THINKING?" How much can I say without spoilering? Well, it's part of the set-up that Princess Elsa has powers over ice and snow, and that after an accident her parents tell her to hide her powers, not use them, not admit they exist. The two princesses are then left to their own separate devices in a palace which is evidently not completely deserted (the girls are fed and clothed, and rooms are cleaned) but in which they appear to be denied all human contact. Am I the only one who thinks that this goes beyond neglect into child abuse? Even Kristoff's family, who are, let's face it, a bunch of boulders, are warmer, more demonstratively affectionate. The lesson I took away from Frozen was: if you don't educate your daughters, terrible things will happen.
Well, I'm not arguing with that.
We stayed through to the end of the credits. Not so much for the additional scenelet at the end, which wasn't particularly interesting, but because we always do, and there's always a credit for something you haven't seen before. Frozen's credits were interminable, and included the team responsible for 'Caffeination'.
For anyone who has stayed through to the end of this post, a different kind of frozen, found via
mevennen's FaceBook post.
