The house was freezing cold a few evenings ago. Daughter felt like ‘watching something.’ Having been recently set up with Disney+ it might have been me who suggested a Disney film. What with what’s happening in the world we sort of need light and fluffy. She wondered what film I’d be prepared to watch, and having very swiftly decided none of us were right for Bambi – all things considered – we looked through what they had. I settled for Frozen.
Daughter found it hard to believe that I’d want to watch it, but having missed it so far (when Offspring are old enough to do Disney without the parents) I felt I might as well educate myself. After all, there’s been enough about Frozen in the media for years.
Even the Resident IT Consultant was up for it, and having cranked up the thermostat a bit so we would be warmer than Anna, we had a lovely time. It’s true, it is a nice film. (Not at all like Moana.) And who’d not want a Sven in their life?
The next evening, we continued on the F-theme, with Freaky Friday – served up with fish & chips, delivered from the chippy in town (seeing as we can’t eat out). Many years ago I failed Daughter on two counts, by promising something was definitely going to happen and then due to unforeseen circumstances it didn’t. There were two such things. First, we never made it to see Freaky Friday in the cinemas, so had to make do with the DVD later on. The second was the meal of fish & chips that failed to materialise on holiday in Penzance.
So this was truly a killing of two Fs with one stone. Freaky Friday is a good film. It’s easy to overlook these things; light entertainment and Disney.
On social media I admitted in a Disney-thread discussion that someone had felt I was too old for Disney. I suspect it was Son. I suspect he meant little by it; mostly thinking I only ever watched because I had small children. Once. But he’s old now, and doesn’t seem to mind still watching. Hence his getting Disney+. Hence me sharing watching it.