“If you start singing, I’m gonna throw up.”

Last week, I finally watched “Moana.”

(Quick tangent: I haven’t really watched any of the newer princess movies. I’m talking “Frozen,” “Tangled,” and “Brave,” to name a few. I don’t know why but I just have no interest in them. I’ll probably like them once I do get around to seeing them. ¬†Just… give me Ariel, Belle, and Jasmine and go away.)

The animation was amazing; I kept getting caught up in the life-like textures because whoaaaa. The voice casting was pretty spot-on and the story was really fun and, y’all,¬†I get the hype. It had enough of the Disney formula to be successful — ridiculous sidekick, determined princess, singing, and some humor that’s aimed juuuuust above the heads of children — and a fun cultural diversity element. Moana had her low points, picked herself up, and ultimately went on to triumph with the help of her friends; happy endings for all! Sometimes, you just need that.

Also, my husband may or may not have been crying by the end of it.

That, my friends, is how you know it was a success!