When I was close to my daughter’s age (she’s nearly 6), the film that I would have wanted to watch over and over (and over) again was “Star Wars.” But I only saw it once during its initial run. It was a magical experience and in the weeks and months that followed it lingered in my mind like a half-remembered dream. I eventually persuaded my parents to take me back to see it again, at a repertory theater, a year or two later, even though watching a movie in the theater twice felt, to my parents, like an inconceivable extravagance. I should also confess that during a particularly boring high school data-entry job, I listened to a condensed version of the “Star Wars” story on cassette maybe 300 times, maybe 500, maybe more.

So I’m happy my daughter can watch her favorite film as often as she wants, whenever she wants to, at least until it’s not her favorite film anymore. We’re both looking forward to “Frozen 2,” which I’m sure we’ll eventually watch at least 20 times. Lately, she’s gotten into the animated films of Hayao Miyazaki, including “Spirited Away” and “My Neighbor Totoro” (both acknowledged influences on “Frozen”) — we’ve watched them together about four times each, and counting.

In fact, I can’t think of a better foundation for a lifetime of loving culture than the ability to steep yourself in the art that you love right now. Maybe “Frozen” will vault my daughter toward the discovery of other musical-theater classics — or not. Maybe musicals won’t be her thing at all. But I’m excited for her to continue to discover what her thing is and immerse herself in it joyfully. Right now, “Frozen” is her thing. And we’re enjoying it together. A lot.