In the Back to the Future sequels there’s this motif of scenes that occurs. Inevitably, events will be moving right along and then someone will say to Marty, “What? Are you chicken?”
Time stops, brakes squeal. Marty is halted in his tracks as the words send an electric shock through his body.
That’s how I feel every time someone says, (cue exasperated valley girl accent) “Ugh but theme parks are so fake!”
Forgive me, but, what is your point?
Seriously, what is your point? Are you offended that Caesar isn’t actually stabbed on stage? Is it a problem for you that Oz was built on a soundstage? Will you not go see The David because it’s made of marble and not a rotting corpse? Please tell me, what are you trying to communicate when you feel the need to point out that there’s speakers in the trees, that the castle isn’t real stone, as if real [read worthy] entertainment is dependent on silent compressed dirt. When you feel the need to point out that we’re not really in Hogsmeade were you somehow under the impression that ever was the goal?
For the love of Walt people, OF COURSE IT’S FAKE.