Oh.... hell. No fireworks.
I wanted to like this, I honestly did. But this was just pathetic and sad. All I got out of this was the following, in no particular order:
- Josh Damaro is reading from a script, but at least he's not the ultra-douchebag Michael Colglazier. And yet, corporate life in Burbank seems to be sucking Josh into a weird place. Anyone who can rattle off the title "Chairman Parks, Experiences and Products" as easily as he can without laughing seems to be someone who is losing their soul. Fight, Josh, fight!
- Ken Potluck. You read those cue cards like a boss Ken! No one would ever know he's reading a script, right? He's totally all in on this theme park gig for at least two more Fiscal Quarters! Woohoo!
- The Twin Masked Ambassadors. Uh... has anyone told them that Californians over age 16 have been able to be vaccinated for weeks now? Has TDA lost so much pull that they can't even vaccinate their Ambassadors? Why the masks, boys? Are you sick? 85% of Covid deaths are over the age of 65 and morbidly obese, so why are you masked while standing outdoors? It's not a good look. Apparently the Ambassadors are carriers. Steer clear of 'em!
- Castle's two circuit breakers in the basement are flipped back on and the lights go on. No fireworks. Is that it? Yes.
All of these things taken together don't bode well.
Who is in charge of this place? Who cares? What's the point?