Frozen and Grandchildren

We had a granddaughter sleepover that culminated in a little downtown adventure, going to see the Broadway in Chicago production of Frozen. It was a nice weekend.

The girls came over on Saturday as there was a birthday party going on for one of our sons. We thought, perhaps, that they would want to put up the Christmas tree, but that was not on their minds. We watched a movie together and had a great evening and then on Sunday, we left with their mom to go downtown. We always take the grandkids to plays and this was a moment we had planned on for some time.

I was expecting to like it but I must say that I loved it. I thought the movie was good and I must say that this representation was great, pretty much beyond reproach. Just before going, our second oldest granddaughter said she was wondering how they were going to do the magic that the movie had, like the transformation of the land from normal to totally frozen. She was right in thinking about that. The special effects of the play were spot on. The acting and singing were as well. The only place they actually managed to fall flat was when we went to the stage door afterwards and the actors were flying out but making sure to establish no eye contact and to run as quickly as possible to avoid any sort of connection with the public. This was a first for our twelve year old granddaughter, who is interested and even pursuing acting. Never before had this happened. The actors have always been okay with saying hello or signing the playbill. Not this time. I felt bad for her and her sister.

One of the takeaways from the play was the idea of the frozen heart, something I had not taken the way I did today. Before, I just viewed it as a part of the play. This year, it resonated because of world, national, and even personal situations. I reacted very strongly to the portrait of human beings who seemed to revel in their own lack of humanity and empathy.

One would rarely think that a play like this could bring tears to the eyes, but it did.

About Richard Koerner

Seventy something, father, papi, educator, organizer, Francophile, traveler, amateur photographer, gardener, cyclist, kayaker, calligrapher, cinephile, reader, and overall renaissance type human being.
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