Disney keeps remaking itself. Is that so bad?
UNLESS YOU’RE 99, AND MAYBE EVEN THEN, your first big-screen experience is likely to have been a Disney movie. Disney productions—whether we’re talking about Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937), The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes (1969) or the empowerment juggernaut Frozen (2013)—have long been considered safe, wholesome choices for kids, pictures that parents can feel they don’t need to vet in advance. Even I can attest to the potency of the Disney product. The first movie I saw in a theater, at roughly age 3, was The Three Lives of Thomasina (1964), about the adventures of an orange feline. I can say that with just one film, the Disney organization created a monster: I demanded more movies, and a cat.
When you’re a big
