(August 2014)
My kids are, as is now mandatory, huge fans
of Frozen. Fortunately it’s a pretty
good movie; I don’t know if my increased tolerance for schmaltz is due to parenthood
or if it’s simply concomitant with the increased confidence of age, but god I
love me a showtune. Let it Go has
inevitably joined Jabberwocky and Where the Wild Things Are in the limited
pantheon of things I can recite the words to by heart.
