Back in May of 1993, fanny pack clinging to my waist, I walked through Disney World wondering why on earth they'd build such a place in the Vietnam climate of Florida. It was hot and violently humid, and I marveled at the fact that the sun felt like it was only eight feet off the ground. I can't recall being more miserable climate-wise. I remember going back to the hotel every afternoon dripping wet, and it hadn't even rained (though it rained literally every single morning like in the Ray Bradbury story The Long Rain).
Every time I saw a Disney character, my thoughts were instantly about the "actor" inside...suffering and questioning life itself (assumption). If my t shirt, shorts, fanny pack (and goofy hat) were literally killing me from heat stroke, what on earth was that poor person feeling being the innards of a loveable Disney character? I don't think I was ever more annoying on this earth, as I said all of the above over and over and over again.
So there we were, walking through the oven-hot park, when I was trying to muster the courage to suggest that we go and see CAPTAIN EO. I am the world's biggest James Horner fan and this strange 3D Michael Jackson film was scored by James Horner. This was back before the internet, so you couldn't watch this thing anywhere else on the earth (that sounds really pathetic). Thankfully I was very convincing (and probably whining). And then there we were, standing in a dark weird room, waiting for CAPTAIN EO to start. I remember feeling ashamed, but also being aware that everyone else in the room felt ashamed. Maybe I was just imagining this.
The movie starts and instantly James Horner's music grabs you as a small asteroid heads for the audience. The music is building and building. The asteroid is rolling closer and closer. Then, thankfully, Captain EO blasts the asteroid. And that's when the gravity of the situation becomes horribly clear. Puppets start shouting, Michael Jackson starts shouting, and I just felt like the biggest dope for insisting that this weird horror of a film be watched (by anyone). It was truly awful. And confusing. It was terrible. And weird.
But the room was icy cold thanks to the world's greatest invention: air conditioning.
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