Discussing the worldwide phenomenon that is Frozen is…
difficult. Mainly because, for pretty much every single day since its initial
release, it’s been damn-near impossible to escape the bloody thing. Overplay is
something that can sour a film to an immense degree, and between the
moichendising, the sing-a-long screenings that continue to this day, and the
ubiquity of Let It Go, it is all too easy to understand why a lot of people
have grown plain sick of the whole thing.
For me personally, though… no amount of overplay can kill this
thing. It remains one of the single greatest things Disney has ever
produced, an astounding feat of sophisticated storytelling and mesmerising
animation and music that, upon first watching, it basically became the
subconscious watermark that every other animated film has to measure up to for
me. Whether in comparison to the media juggernaut that is Frozen’s afterlife,
or just the sheer brilliance of the film itself, making a feature-length
follow-up to it was going to be a Herculean task. And man oh man, I don’t think
anyone was expecting this to be the end result.
