Archive for the ‘Commentary’ Category

A Public Service Announcement About The Unbuilt Disney World In Italy

Tuesday, July 6th, 2010

To the considerable number of people running searches for this because they saw it mentioned on an episode of History Channel’s Pawn Stars last night:

There was never a plan to build an “Italian Disney World” in the 1960s, or any other time that I’m aware of. Even when Euro Disney was being planned in the 1980s, the final decision was between Spain and France. So, no Italian Disney World. Ever. Do not entrust your theme park history to the cast of Pawn Stars.

  • email
  • Print
  • RSS
  • DisMarks
  • Twitter
  • Digg
  • del.icio.us
  • Facebook
  • Google Bookmarks
  • MySpace
  • Reddit
  • Slashdot
  • Technorati

 

 

You Know, For Kids!

Wednesday, June 16th, 2010
Little Deuce Coupe

Apropos of nothing, I found this in a Disney merchandise catalogue from 1987. And people wonder why we children of the 80s are so… different.

  • email
  • Print
  • RSS
  • DisMarks
  • Twitter
  • Digg
  • del.icio.us
  • Facebook
  • Google Bookmarks
  • MySpace
  • Reddit
  • Slashdot
  • Technorati

 

 

Progress City Library – Warp And Weft: Life Canvas of Herbert Ryman

Monday, June 14th, 2010

Seeing as we’ve dedicated this month to Disney artist Herbert Ryman on the occasion of what would have been his 100th birthday, it’s only appropriate that we review at last a book about Mr. Ryman that came out earlier this year. Warp and Weft: Life Canvas of Herbert Ryman is far from a conventional biography or history; in fact, author John S. Donaldson bills it as a memoir/biography. Donaldson spent three decades as a friend and apprentice of Ryman’s, and practically grew up in his household. While this obviously brings a certain lack of objectivity to the proceedings, Donaldson’s unique situation lends a perspective that any other biographer would necessarily lack. Is it the definitive last word on Ryman’s artwork and career? No. But it’s a fascinating look at one of Disney’s most important artists and the most in-depth work that I’m aware of about any of the Imagineers.

Herb Ryman and Walt Disney. Ryman is working on conceptual artwork for the Magic Skyway attraction from the 1964/65 New York World’s Fair. (Photo: Daveland)

Herb Ryman occupies a fairly unique place in Disney history. He’s a member of that generation of artists at the Disney animation studio that would go on to found Walt Disney Imagineering (then known as WED Enterprises). But Ryman had a successful career before his time at Disney; he was well-established both as an independent artist and as a member of the art department at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer. In fact, he came within a hair’s breadth of being the art director for Gone With The Wind in 1939.

This photograph of the 20th Century Fox art department shows several individuals that would soon prove crucial to the development of Disneyland, and later Walt Disney World. On the back row you can find Richard Irvine (3rd from left) and Marvin Davis (5th from left). On the second row, far left, is Ryman, and beside him is George Patrick.

Over the years Ryman would come and go at will, leaving Disney when things got dull to take projects he found more interesting in other venues. His time at 20th Century Fox proved especially fruitful, as it was there that he would meet several key members of the art staff that would later be brought back to WED to help design Disneyland.

Disney fans well know Ryman’s contributions in this field – not only did he create that legendary first rendering of Disneyland in 1953, but also the first painting of Cinderella Castle for Walt Disney World and a number of other historic pieces. In fact, he was working on new Disney park projects up until the time of his death in 1989.

Herb Ryman's sketch of Disneyland, 1953Ryman’s famous first rendering of Disneyland from 1953. Ironically, Ryman himself was embarrassed by this image, created as it was in merely two days, yet it’s gone on to fire the imaginations of generations of fans.

But Warp and Weft isn’t necessarily the tale of Ryman’s work. Instead, it’s the story of his life and how it intersected and overlapped with a number of other notable characters, and the grand web of coincidence and happenstance reflected in the lives of people who live in interesting times. The books title is entirely apropos; at times it’s not really Herb’s story at all, but rather a snapshot of the entire fabric of his existence and the others that attached themselves to it.

The main thread of the fabric is, naturally, Ryman himself. Aside from that, though, a great amount of time is given to the tale of Walt Disney; his early life in the Midwest came remarkably close at times to Ryman’s own upbringing. In fact, Ryman’s mother, in an attempt to improve their situation, associated herself with a group of investors in the O-Zell jelly company – the very same O-Zell company whose collapse took with it the savings of Walt’s dad, Elias.

There are many coincidences like these as Herb and Walt live out their childhoods in the Midwest; as Walt heads to Kansas City and then Hollywood, Herb tries to make it as an artist despite the constant discouragements of his mother. Some of the details Donaldson turns up about Walt’s life in Kansas City are fascinating and there are several stories I’ve never heard elsewhere; Donaldson is good at digging to the root of the story and finding the odd connections that make these yarns truly interesting in an “ah-ha!” sort of way. Often you’ll find yourself following the doings of people you’ve never heard of, until its finally revealed how they fit into the tale – one expects Paul Harvey to chime in with “that’s the rest of the story!”

This rare Ryman sketch shows an unknown, unbuilt attraction planned for EPCOT Center

Ryman’s life is a series of fascinating connections itself; a trip around the world to paint put him in the path of oncoming war, and so we have brushes with many fascinating characters in Siam and China. Even the Peking Man himself makes an appearance! There are movie stars known and obscure; Howard Hughes makes an appearance as does, much later, Marilyn Monroe. Quite a tapestry, indeed.

Warp and Weft has caused some sturm and drang in the Disney historical community, mostly concerning Donaldson’s portrayal of Ryman’s sister Lucille and her husband, actor John Carroll. The portrayal is indeed unkind; Ryman and Carroll come off as a combination of Bonnie and Clyde and Laurel and Hardy – she’s a shallow, grasping type, always on the take and on the make. Carroll is a suave, aging film actor, who also seems to always be on the lookout for a fresh mark and willing to do anything for a buck. The two of them con and scam their way through the years, defrauding and bilking seemingly everyone they come across, while working hard to portray a veneer of respectability and taking everything they can from Herb. The picture, as painted, is not pretty.

After Herb’s death, Lucille spent most of her time promoting their legacy through the Ryman-Carroll Foundation, and in the process it’s not surprising that she seems to have made quite a positive impression on many of those in the Disney community. Thus, many have reacted strongly in the negative against Donaldson’s book, claiming positive personal experiences with Lucille or having heard positive things from others. Some have charged bias; Donaldson claims in the book that Lucille denied him his inheritance from Herb (that inheritance being Herb’s paintings and artwork) and it’s clear those wounds go deep. That certainly can’t be discounted, but Donaldson has been careful to provide documentation for many of his claims and that makes them difficult to dismiss out-of-hand. Add to that the predilection that Lucille and John Carroll had for audiotaping everything, from phone calls to conversations, and the evidence becomes far less circumstantial – especially considering that Donaldson has made some of the most pertinent recordings available on his website. After my own heart, there’s a 41-page list of citations in the back of the book pointing to primary sources for further reading and research; there’s also a wonderfully detailed index, which is a pleasant rarity.

Rendering of World Bazaar at Tokyo Disneyland

It’s up to the reader to make up their own mind on these controversial issues, based on the facts given them. For my part, it’s hard to imagine an author forging such copious amounts of documentary evidence for the sake of some post-mortem one-upsmanship. The author certainly doesn’t try to hide his feelings and opinions, so I would encourage the individual reader to assess the well-cited sources and judge the more personal passages for themselves. Regardless of any disputed historical content, I found the segments of the book documenting Ryman and Carroll’s shenanigans at the very least to be an entertaining yarn.

It’s impossible to discuss this book without mentioning the style in which it is written. Donaldson writes in a very stylized fashion; it’s a very lyrical style with lots of alliteration, rhyme, and wordplay. The prose is very punchy and at times staccato, and there is the occasional overuse of commas. At times it reads like beat poetry, or even hip-hop lyrics, and at other times it consists of rhymed couplets, almost like a limerick. It takes getting used to, I found, and can be jarring at first; after you get in the “mindset,” though, it becomes less noticeable and part of the experience. Unfortunately the wordplay can sometimes get in the way of the narrative, obfuscating meaning and drawing the reader’s attention from substance to style. Stylized prose can be effective in describing a bucolic Midwestern childhood, for instance, but just tends to get in the way of the narrative when the action picks up or when the author is trying to convey complicated issues or nuanced interactions.

The resulting effect of this style is fairly affable, though, and the presence of the narrator as a distinct voice makes sense when the story is being told by a participant. While some of the wordplay and punnery at times reminds one of the pleasant yet corny uncle lobbing zingers at the dinner table, there were plenty of times that I laughed out loud at the narration’s commentary. It’s definitely an unusual style, but it’s also unique, at times lyrical, and it works most of the time.

As stated, there’s some debate amongst Disney historians about some of the opinions expressed in this book. Fans might blanch at less-than-flattering portrayals of a number of Disney icons, especially John Hench, Marty Sklar, and Harrison “Buzz” Price. Indeed these criticisms are deeply personal and often scathing. It can make for conflicting feelings and it’s certainly not unbiased, but even for skeptics I think the book as a whole contains enough fascinating stories of Ryman’s life and Walt’s own history to justify itself. You might disagree with the more contentious parts of the narrative or not, but the fact remains that the majority of the book devoted to Herb’s life, work, and friendship with Walt demands attention. For those with an open mind about the more controversial aspects, it’s an interesting read. At the very least, it’s a much-needed tribute to a great artist and it keeps the name of Herbert Ryman alive while fleshing out his life for a generation of fans.

Could this book have been more? I think so. I could definitely have used more discussion of Ryman’s work, from both technical and historical standpoints, and more detail about the projects on which he worked. There’s also a certain anecdotal element that’s missing; those bits and bobs of stories from daily life that would be invaluable in understanding the man, especially considering that the author spent so much time observing Ryman firsthand. But the desire to know more doesn’t mean that what’s already in the book isn’t illuminating itself, and so Warp and Weft: Life Canvas of Herbert Ryman should be on the reading list for anyone interested in the Disney titans of old. Herb’s work – and long career – certainly deserve the attention.

Warp and Weft: Life Canvas of Herbert Ryman – 400 pages, softcover. Published by Incanio, Ltd. $19.95, available from their website.

  • email
  • Print
  • RSS
  • DisMarks
  • Twitter
  • Digg
  • del.icio.us
  • Facebook
  • Google Bookmarks
  • MySpace
  • Reddit
  • Slashdot
  • Technorati

 

 

Please Tell Me It’s A Joke.

Saturday, June 12th, 2010

First, if you haven’t seen it already, go watch the new trailer for Rapunzel.

For years I’ve worried that executives and marketing slobs were ruining Disney animation. Now I’m starting to worry that they already have.

Has the vast studio bureaucracy – ranks upon ranks of Vice Presidents and marketing mavens – really salted the fields of creativity so that nothing will ever grow there again? I talk a big game but typically am willing to cut Disney a ton of slack, yet in this trailer there are things that really make me want to retch. That some of the cornball nonsense in this trailer can be presented with a straight face in the year 2010 nearly makes me give up hope altogether. I have no connection to Disney besides my fandom, but I would be embarrassed for my friends to see this trailer in the theater.

In my practice of finding at least one or two good things to say, I’ll say this: I really like Rapunzel’s design. It’s Glen Keane-y but has converted well to CGI. Her animation in this trailer, and some of the model sheets I’ve seen, at least indicate that she’ll be appealing to watch. The hair looks good too; in fact, the look of the film doesn’t seem hampered at all by its computer-generated origins.

However, the tone of the piece, the insanely derivative male lead, the “wacky” animal sidekick, that horrendous horse design, and the awful comedy beats just… discourage me. There are about a dozen cliches in pose, animation, and design in this that I’d like to see banished from Disney forever. And “the smoulder”? Really? Marketing can make a lousy trailer, but the animators at Disney really need to purge themselves of some of these affectations they’ve developed over the years. Some of these stock expressions have become very obvious institutional tics.

I’ll just close my eyes and cross my fingers and hope that this is mostly to blame on Disney’s amazingly inept film marketing department. After all, this is a trailer for a film once called Rapunzel that gives no indication that it’s about… Rapunzel. That’s right, go back and check – her name is not mentioned once in the entire trailer. Then again, she has… what, two lines?

I’m sure it will be worth it, though. Not mentioning that she’s Rapunzel means that now it’s certain that teen-aged boys will go see this at least a dozen times apiece. Because that’s how the world works, in the minds of Disney executives.

  • email
  • Print
  • RSS
  • DisMarks
  • Twitter
  • Digg
  • del.icio.us
  • Facebook
  • Google Bookmarks
  • MySpace
  • Reddit
  • Slashdot
  • Technorati

 

 

I Want To Go To There.

Tuesday, June 8th, 2010
Artist’s rendering of Thunder Mesa, circa 1969

No, this isn’t a big article about Western River Expedition. I’m not yet ready to make that rite of passage that every Disney blog eventually must face. It’s been something I’ve wanted to do since day one, but I just haven’t had that breakthrough of research yet to make it any more than a rewrite of articles posted elsewhere.

Instead, I was going through some documents and cleaning up some artwork and just came across this rendering – an image very familiar to most retro Disney fans. Thunder Mesa and the Western River Expedition has become, over the years, something both legendary and symbolic for fans. It’s the one that got away – the magnum opus of several legendary imagineers that would pick up where Pirates of the Caribbean and the Haunted Mansion left off. And, as of about 1973, there was little to no chance that we’d ever see it become a reality.

But looking at this image filling my monitor, I forgot about the attraction as a bit of history or a mystery to be researched, and just thought of what it would really be like if it were real. Go ahead – click and open up the large image, let it fill your screen, and think… that could be real. Like, really real. Let it fill your field of view. It’s a vista just as if you were standing on the Rivers of America. It could be real, regardless of what later naysayers and revisionists (coughMartySklarcough) would tell you. Sure, it’s huge – but so is Mount Prometheus in Tokyo.

So forget all the baggage, and just look at that picture. Wouldn’t that be cool?

  • email
  • Print
  • RSS
  • DisMarks
  • Twitter
  • Digg
  • del.icio.us
  • Facebook
  • Google Bookmarks
  • MySpace
  • Reddit
  • Slashdot
  • Technorati