Well, remember now,
you pulled the cork out of this bottle...
The criticism of the new queue out there comes in three flavors: aesthetic objections (too cartoony, Toon-Townish, dopey, garish), objections based on show flow (big noisy ghost-fest before you even get in the door of the place, ruins the soft creepy build-up), and logical incongruity with the HM world (this is MY thing). I agree with almost all of the objections in the first two categories, but those squawks are being made by plenty of people, and the perpetrators can shrug a lot of it off as a matter of taste (however dishonestly). But the logical errors go right to the nub.
As I have said elsewhere, you can make a pretty water-tight case that your experience in the HM is supposed to be taken as something unique, something that hasn't happened before today. The ghosts who materialize at the HM have never done that before, at least not here. The old Caretaker is astonished at what he sees: he's never seen anything like this. The Ghost Host (in a bit of monologue that used to be used at DL), expresses a touch of uncertainty about whether Leota can fix the current problem ("Perhaps Madame Leota can establish contact..."), which would make little sense if they went through this every other night. And it's more Disney that way:
You lucky person, you just happen to be here to witness a unique event, and maybe even help trigger it with your "sympathetic vibrations." Isn't that how Disney usually likes to do it? You round the corner
just as the rhino has treed the safari, you get out of the burning town
just as it's about to collapse or explode. What's the alternative? "Here are the ghosts having a party, just like they do every night, actually."
The logical contradictions introduced by this queue just go on and on. How is it that ghosts that have not never yet materialized at the Mansion (organ banshees) are commemorated in stone on old crypts? The graveyard band is made up of musicians from different times and places (18th c. bandsmen uniforms on some, medieval garb on others), they've gathered here to the HM, and now for the first time they've materialized. They've never played together before now, but the new queue crypt alludes to the band in carvings on the side depicting their instruments. Huh? How could that happen? And the instruments are realistic on one side of the crypt, and Museum-of-the-Weirdy on the other side. Er, why? And how did three hitchhikers (one of whom is a prisoner with ball-and-frickin'-chain) suddenly become family members and residents of this New England mansion, buried in the family plot? Why are the tombstones of Francis Xavier and Grandpa Marc displayed like signs, as if they had no bodies buried in front of them? How did all the singing busts become family members, buried in this same family plot? Why are there permanent busts out here in broad daylight in the style of interior mansion artwork
only as that artwork will later be distorted by ghosts inside the mansion so as to disorient you once you're trapped inside? "Or is it your imagination?" is now a meaningless question, since we can see right here that such distortions are not imaginary. (I'm talking about the bust of the guy with the snake all over him, plainly in the style of George with the hatchet in his head at the bottom of the widow stretchroom portrait. I argue this particular point
here.)
No doubt all of these questions would receive the same answer from the crew who produced this mess: You're not supposed to ask questions like that, that's taking it all too seriously and expecting too much. It's all just fun. These guys are either saying that no such unified, logical HM world ever existed, or if it does/did exist, who cares? No one pays any attention to that.
In truth, I have never found a serious logical inconsistency in the HM world (until now). The Imagineers produced a believable, internally consistent, imaginary world that follows its own rules amazingly well. You can put questions to practically any detail in there and get a simple, plausible explanation, just as if that world really existed, the same sort of thing you find with a good movie or a good book. I am continually amazed at how deep runs the internal logic of the HM world.
This post over at the ol' blog will serve as well as any to prove the point.
Some will find it implausible on its face that the HM would exhibit anything like the unity I'm describing. Wasn't it a hodgepodge of conflicting concepts, silly, spooky, and scary, all cobbled together by X. Atencio in an overall script? Actually, it is probably this conflict of visions
precisely that eventuated in the unusually good consistency of the HM universe. I argue that point
here.
That's enough for now. I won't list the names of the guilty parties, but I look upon this queue as something close to criminal vandalism. The absolute worst moment in their 42 year history.