Random update

Ok - I would just like to ammend Carol's comment - I don't have a "real" acting job. I did not need to audition, or anything. It's just that I got cross-trained at Tower of Terror as an attractions hostess, the same thing I am at Soarin'. It is cool because I do get to play a "part," but it's not a "role." I just get to be creepy and snarky and say stupid Disney puns like "the service elevator will convey you to your dooms, I mean rooms . . . " etc. So yeah, just so no one gets the wrong idea. In disney's eyes I am a just a ride operator. However, I am a ride operator with character and style, so booya. A step up from Soarin, but still not real acting. Thanks Carol for being excited for me though. I mean, I'm excited too. It will be fun, but it's not like I need to invest in head shots any time soon.

Since I happen to be on LJ at the moment, I might as well add that all is fabulous. Lauren's friend from school, Jake, is visiting, so we've been doing all sorts of fun stuff, like going to the beach and spending a whole day as guests at Disneyland. We ate at the best restaurant in the park, got on all the good rides, saw all the parades we wanted to, and I even got to ride on the commemorative 50th anniversary golden Dumbo. Woot. All in all it has been fantabulous. The only bummer is that I have not yet had the chance to ask Aladdin if he is down with the OPP.

In other news, I found this review on Amazon while looking up stupid children's movies. Oh Keanu Reeves singing, so terrible . . .

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Babes in Toyland Ate My Soul, December 20, 2004
Reviewer: Robert T. Patey III "MY EYES" (Philadelphia, PA) - See all my reviews


Assuming this craptacular film didn't eat my soul, I would gladly sell it to whatever evil deity could make me forget the twelve hours (running time will vary in direct correlation with your I.Q.) I wasted watching this nonsensical romp through my worst nightmare.

First off, let me dispel the rumor that this is a "children's film" so being an adult I shouldn't like it. Even children will balk the first time they see Toyland and all of the mystical creatures that are comprised of discarded amusement park costumes. The most naïve babe (pardon the pun) will groan at the forced delivery of Richard Mulligan (he delivers five minutes of exposition to the floor), the drunken slurred delivery of Drew Barrymore (listen every time she tries to pronounce anything with an S), the mindless delivery of Keanu Reeves (yes, this makes his work in Point Break seem Oscar worthy) and the nonsensical delivery of Pat (Mr. Myogi) Morita.

The songs are insipid (O-E-I-O, spells Ohio???) from the homage to Cincinnati to the...sorry, I drove a butter knife into my ear drum after that song.

The direction is nonexistent (the foil breaks into a cookie factory and ends up stealing cakes????).

I firmly believe this movie is responsible for the death of Richard Mulligan. This film should be indicted, not brought home for the Holidays...unless you hate your children.

Spend your money on the Burl Ives claymation specials from the 60's. Even those of you with a nostalgic remembrance of this film (like my wife) will up and leave the room, saddened by the fact that this was considered entertainment in 1986.

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Haha, I totally agree. Anyway, hope all is well with all of you! I miss you all tons!