One of the more amusing yet tragic moments of the recent Destination D event in California came after a presentation of Disneyland history which featured video clips of television specials and park events of years past. Many of these pieces of history were definitely “of an era,” often embarrassingly so. One thing has become clear, the moderators said, and that is that Disneyland never did well when it tried to follow trends and be “hip.” Disneyland was Disneyland, after all, and the park and its characters always did best when they were true to themselves. Any attempt to the contrary would soon prove dated and almost inevitably embarrassing.
Then, they introduced the Disney Dance Crew.
In perhaps some sort of cosmic karmic redress to make up for Walt Disney World being afflicted ever so briefly by Stitch’s Supersonic Celebration, the Disney Dance Crew has arrived in the Hollywood Pictures Backlot area of California Adventure. It’s ironic that Disney is making a major push lately to rehabilitate Mickey’s image with the upcoming Epic Mickey game, while they simultaneously invest more than a billion dollars to salvage California Adventure. Yet they turn around and saddle us with this show, which manages to defame both the character and the park all in one fell swoop.
Rather than me just going on at length, why don’t you see for yourself? If, like me, you can’t make it through the full thing, I recommend you check in at 3:50, when Mickey shows up (featuring acting!), and 7:25 when we’re treated to a rather inconceivable adaptation of Yo Ho (A Pirate’s Life For Me). Lest you think your ears deceive you, the line does indeed say “Drink up me gangstas, yo ho!” No, seriously.
As is typical with this sort of thing, I feel bad for the entertainment Cast Members who are signed up to perform this material. I would imagine it takes some amount of skill to dance around like that in a full Mickey costume, and it seems a shame to waste it (and the still very cool animated face costume) on this car wreck of a show.
And as for that show… well, there really are no words are there? At least none that wouldn’t get me blacklisted by parental filtering software.
My only fervent hope is that the long line of executives who thought up, signed off on, and approved this show are visited this Halloween season by a wraith-like reventant Ub Iwerks to make them pay for their crimes against good taste.