September 29th, 2007
|01:05 am - "The Happiest Place on Earth" is not an empty boast|
I am very tired but in such a good way.
There are times in your life where you are in a place and it is good and you recognize that this moment you are having in this place could never, ever, ever be duplicated under any conditions or any circumstances, and that even though you were enjoying it to begin with, recognizing this makes it all the more wonderful.
We arrived in Disneyland just after the morning rope drop and, as expected, everybody dashed to the new Finding Nemo submarine ride, which meant everything else was practically a walk-on: the Matterhorn? Come right on in. Indiana Jones? It took longer to walk through the line than it did to eventually wait where we ended up. Haunted Mansion (with the Nightmare Before Christmas overlay which turns the wonderfully creepy gothic masterpiece into a blacklit neon insanitarium, lovable and amazingly well-done but thankfully only temporary)? Simple wait. Pirates of the Caribbean (which really does incorporate Davy Jones, Barbossa and that rogue Jack Sparrow quite well without "ruining" the classic ride)? Walk-on, but then again, I have never been to Disneyland when Pirates had a line extending out of its building. It's a high-capacity ride, plain and simple. Splash Mountain? Quick wait, but, uh, they haven't toned down the splashes for autumn yet. We were Slightly Damp for most of the day after that. Big Thunder Mountain? Hop aboard, pardner! Buzz Lightyear's Space Ranger Spin? A fast-moving line and then the opportunity to really crank up the score when our vehicles were stopped several times inside to accommodate boarding passengers with disabilities (thanks, guys! I just about broke a half million on my first try!) We even rode in the cockpit of the Monorail since all you have to do to get that is simply ask nicely.
We'd pretty much done all the major rides in under two hours. The day was ours and the rest of it lay before us with incredible promises.
We did have longer waits after lunch and people started pouring in, so Space Mountain was a wait but so worth it. I hadn't ridden since I think 1989, as all my subsequent trips were in January for my birthday and Space Mountain is usually down for its yearly maintenance then. Now I was able to see it after its refurbishment and oh my gooses, they've done a wonderful job. Remember when the gimmick of Space Mountain was that it was a roller coaster almost completely in the dark so you had no idea what was happening? Well, they found some wonderful ways to actually give you beautiful visuals without letting you see most of the track. Space, as it turns out, is the inside of a disco ball with astro-house music blaring all around.
Sure, I can make humorously cynical comments, I can grin and laugh a bit, I can appreciate some unintended irony, but the cynic in me refuses to venture under the berm with me at the park entrance, so it stays outside making smart-aleck comments at the ticket booths and pet kennel. No, I cannot be totally cranky at Disneyland. It just makes me so happy that I simply cannot get pissed, even though I dropped a very loud F-bomb in It's A Small World with kids in our boat -- though Mr. Dad, sir, there's a reason why you don't take flash pictures on these rides and that is because one of your fellow passengers is invariably going to turn to look at something only to get a bright flash right in the eyes, and instinctively react in the Anglo-Saxon.
I couldn't even be cranky at California Adventure, the little park that all the Internet Know-It-Alls like to slag on for many reasons (some are valid, but some are just because Know-It-Alls like to show off their jaded slagging skills.) However, quite a few of the valid complaints have been and are being addressed (lack of attractions is one; lack of decent attractions apparently another) so the park I saw really does seem to want to live up to its potential now and as long as the Imagineers get the budget they should've had in the first place, they'll do a right fine job with it eventually.
A lot of the stuff they got is a real treat. Soarin' Over California has incredible ride technology and a lovely if disjointed flight film which creates an amazing bunch of sensations. The newer Monsters Inc. ride shows what can be done to overhaul an absolute dog of a dark ride: the original "Superstar Limo" ride was, by all accounts, probably the ghastliest dark ride Disney's ever done (no, seriously, it's horrendous and that's some serious understatement) but the Monsters Inc. conversion which uses the same track layout and the same ride vehicles is charming, involves well-known characters, no smarmy in-jokes, and a simple storyline which nearly echoes the film and includes bits from some of the best scenes (including Boo singing her version of "Beauty and the Beast" in the bathroom as well as whomping Randal into different patterns near the end -- an awesome effect to see "live", as it were.)
I quite enjoyed California Screamin', the launched Intamin roller coaster. It wasn't the launch that got me, though, but the actual ride itself. I wasn't expecting as much airtime as I received -- heck, I really wasn't expecting much but by gum, I had fun. Even the minimally-themed Wild Mouse ("Mulholland Madness") was a fun romp, and the Sun Wheel, their version of Coney Island's Wonder Wheel, actually beats Deno's in the amazingly sickening swinging department. The swinging was vicious, moreso than I've ever felt on the Wonder Wheel, and the gondolas come with barf bags, honest to Fudd. I have photographic proof.
While the Tower of Terror wasn't as complex as Florida's version, it still provided an amazingly surprising drop-lift-n-surprise-drop ride sequence and the beautiful abandoned hotel lobby. Our ride host provided some lovely schtick as well, including manually counting off all the passengers at unload just to make sure we all made it back.
(We didn't ride the Grizzly River Rapids. We learned our lessons back at Splash Mountain.)
But the moment I mentioned earlier came near the end of the night back in good ol' DL proper. We'd waited in an hour's line for the new Finding Nemo submarine ride. It was a great idea to bring back the submarines, as they were much loved and the unused lagoon was sad to see, but the ride is always going to have a long line which can't really be alleviated by the FastPass option. See, there's only so many subs but so much ride, so you will be waiting no matter when you arrive. However we were entertained by a Celtic prog-esque group which had named itself Bad Haggis, honest to Tirebiter, and gave us a bizarrely rock cover of Summer Breeze.
The hour's wait for Nemo, by the way, was the shortest it had been all day. The ride itself was quite fun and the technology is mind-boggling. Let's just say Nemo and friends are not half-moving animatronics. They are indeed animated and underwater, even. The ride did rely a lot on the vocals, however, since the subs are so long and the show sets so short. This means each scene is sustained to show a lot of people going by rather slowly so once you in the front have seen Dory jumping on the jellyfish and have passed on, you get a view of coral while Dory keeps bouncing on the jellyfish for the people on the other end of the sub. But still, it's Dory, for crying out loud, it's enjoyable! (And the t-shirt I saw that had Dory and the slogan "I can't remember where I got this shirt" was adorable too. But I didn't buy one.)
Fireworks were going off as we climbed out of the submarine ("Oh, for us?" I asked the attendant. "You shouldn't have!" Caught in the moment it was the right thing to say, though honestly it was the dumbest thing I said all day.)
Disney spends zillions on their fireworks shows -- they have to repeat them night after night -- and this show took place in several spots around the park, surrounding you with blooms on one side and Roman Candle pops on another and then this giant bloom which must have been magnesium-based just hits in between.
Not being near a speaker to hear the soundtrack, we kind of missed the overall theme of the show (Noah mentioned it has something to do with recreating the various rides and experiences at the park) but that didn't matter. The pyro was brilliant and to me, that's what counts. There was one moment where the entire sky was filled, and continuously filled, with the largest cloud of sparkling golden stardust I've ever seen in a show, as the mortars kept firing and exploding... but subtly so as to not disturb the cloud. I was amazed at how long they sustained it. It was probably one of the best pyrotechnic effects I've ever seen, and that includes the not-quite-round shapes I've seen Atlas attempt.
Finally we ended up, post-show, at It's A Small World. The special gobos were still projecting golden firework sparkles on the ride's classic Mary Blair designed facade. It was right there, waiting in line, exhausted but still completely enchanted and smiling, that I realized right here, right now could not be duplicated anywhere else. I admit I get a little bit teary-eyed when I first enter for the day, realizing while walking under the berm just where I am, but this time the real moment of it all hit me. There's only one place that this can happen and that's right here at Disneyland, no place else, and that's what is so special about the place and why I hold it so dear to my heart, and all the over-merchandising and brand-shoving and cash cow-milking in the world can't take that away from me.
Then I rode It's A Small World and cussed in front of a young child.
No matter. A little pixie dust will clean that right up.
One of my 'when I am rich' fantasy plans is to 'make spatch take me to theme parks and talk me through it'. For reasons such as this post.
From just the headline, for a minute I thought you were talking about last night at Fenway Park.
|Date:||September 29th, 2007 02:47 pm (UTC)|| |
Do you have a year pass thingy? If so/not, do you know how much they are off hand?
We can go free twice a year because my BIL works there and can get us free passes, and that should be enough for me, but, uh, I don't think it is.
|Date:||September 29th, 2007 02:46 pm (UTC)|| |
IAWTP. Like, completely. Especially the bit about leaving the cynicism at the door. I was totally enamoured with the place against my will. I was expecting to enjoy it through the kids, but ended up just completely blissed out myself.
The rollercoaster in California Adventure is my favorite ever, and I, too, was really suprised at how long it lasted. Also? LOVED Space Mountain itself, but had two issues: 1. my BIL lost his cell phone somewhere in it's depths and it never resurfaced (probably headed toward Venus or somethin') and 2. the cars to NOT accomodate leggy people well. My knees were painfully pinned against the front of the car. But really, the ride was so great, it was a small price to pay!
I'm glad to hear that the Finding Nemo ride has points when it's only an hour wait. We had to skip it last time, because it was a 3 hour wait all. the. time.
Did you happen to go to the Muppet Show in California Adventure? That was a favorite of ours, as well as Monster's Inc and Peter Pan. Abby was a little scared of the Buzz Lightyear at the time, but she still talks about how great it was now.
I spent an hour stuck on Pirates due to a malfunction, so, my feelings about that ride are... mixed.
Danny says that the park employees are basically tasked with making sure everyone has a mind-blowingly good time. If they get a legitimate complaint about someone, they are fired. So often, just asking nicely will get you lots of extra things in the park. Often we found we didn't even have to ask, it was offered. Like when Kai didn't get to ask Crush a question at the Crush encounter, the guy had us stick around and Crush came back and talked to her for 5 minutes after the rest of the audience left.
It makes me feel like a total dork, but I LOVE Disneyland. We are going back in a month, and OMG it's going to be Abby's birthday while we are there and we are letting them wear their princess dresses to the park and it's going to be so cute and I cannotwaitfortheawesomenesstoensue!!!
So *ahem*, yes. It makes me feel a little less dorky to know that park connaiseur Spatch loves it there, too.
"Why, the always entertaining Cher!"
What the f*** was that? For perhaps the first time in my life I experienced the feeling of my jaw dropping.
Thank you so much for sharing the rest. The borders of the happiest place have extended to the upper midwest.
|Date:||October 1st, 2007 01:41 pm (UTC)|| |
the cynic in me refuses to venture under the berm with me at the park entrance[...] I cannot be totally cranky at Disneyland.
Well said. I (usually) find myself in the same situation when at Disney World. My wife and I are both in our 30s and we have no children, but we still own annual passes.
We know the rides are blatant cheese-fests. We know that every single thing there is ludicrously overpriced, especially the tickets themselves. We know it's a massive monument to conspicuous consumption. We know that DisneyCo is pretty close to the definition of an evil corporate empire. But we still go, pay, and buy the dorky hats we never wear and the pins that gather dust.
I just found out today that Epcot is holding anniversary celebrations today, and I am nigh-heartbroken that I can't be there. Why? I can't explain.
Ah, yes, Epcot (Every Person Comes Out Tired) opened in 82, didn't it? And for a nice 25th birthday present, they finally took that big Mickey Mouse hand holding the wand off of Spaceship Earth.
We went to Epcot in 1983, when it was fresh and new and synthesizers were awesome and what really got me the most were these newfangled touch-screen information kiosks. They fascinated the hell out of me, being able to touch the screen and choose from menus and see video of attractions and such, until I hit the button that said "Talk to a live dining reservations specialist!"
Didn't realize there was a two-way videoconferencing hookup as well, and suddenly this nice lady on the TV said hello to me and I was completely scared, certain she was going to start yelling at me because I didn't really want to make a restaurant reservation. So I kinda froze up and stared at the screen. She asked if I was having a fun day, and did I have any questions, or did my parents wanted to make a reservation, and I couldn't say a word in response. So she said something like "I'm going to go now. Bye bye!" and pfft off the screen she went.
And I went screaming back to my parents.
Somewhere in a closet of ours wherever in this country is a collection of sliding puzzles, each with an oldschool Epcot pavilion logo on it.
|Date:||October 2nd, 2007 01:09 am (UTC)|| |
Yay, no more hideous Mickey-hand-with-wand. I never liked that... 'addition.'
Before I moved to the vicinity of Orlando, I'd been to Epcot twice, and with severe time restrictions each time. I was basically goose-stepped through the World Pavilions and Future World on the we-only-have-two-hours-we-must-be-briefly-exposed-to-every-single-thing plan. (I did somehow manage to see Captain Eo, though.) When I was finally able to stroll through the park at my own pace... well, everything was distinctly less shiny-new and synthesizery. In fact, almost immediately after my wife declared Spaceship Earth her favorite ride at Epcot, we heard (false) rumors that it would be shut down Any Day Now.
It's still my favorite park, though. My wife prefers the Magic Kingdom overall, but I love to walk around the lake and take in the pavilions. I don't even have any shame any more when I ride the Maelstrom without sitting through the Norwegian tourism film.
I must say, spatch... I have loved Disneyland for a long long time and never have I been able to capture why so eloquently and magically. I really felt like I was seeing through your eyes, because I have such wonderful memories there that are VERY similar to yours.
Thanks mister. you are a wonderful writer!