Why Frozen is a fabulously irritating film

For a film I’ve never seen, I really, really hate Frozen. For those who don’t have children and don’t look into shop windows and don’t buy toys and are oblivious to merchandise, it’s the blockbuster, Academy award-winning Disney film, the most successful animation of all time and apparently the source of unending annoyance in car journeys, on account of children’s habit of singing the songs out loud. (The director, Jennifer Lee, has just issued an apology to parents everywhere.)

My own children loathe it without any encouragement from me but they can’t get away from it either. My son had to sing the songs from it with his choir at a sell-out singalong at the Albert Hall – he and the boys wanted to do Matilda but they were outvoted by the girls. My daughter is, I gather, getting a Frozen themed T-shirt for a Christmas present from a friend, on the basis that everyone thinks little girls will like it.