http://academic.csuohio.edu/tah/rrr/docs/marling_ch3.pdf
"Walt's dream is a nightmare," wrote one particularly disillusioned member of the fourth estate. "To me [the park] felt like a giant cash register, clicking and clanging, as creatures of Disney magic came tumbling down from their lofty places in my daydreams." Other writers on assignment in the park agreed. To them, Disneyland was just another tourist trap-a bigger, pricier version of the Santa Claus villages and the seedy Storylands cast up by the postwar baby boom and the blandishments of the automobile industry. It was commercial, a roadside money machine, cynically exploiting the innocent dreams of childhood. On his second visit to the complex, a wire service reporter cornered Disney and asked him about his profit margin. Walt was furious. "We have to charge what we do because this Park cost a lot to build and maintain," he barked. "I have no government subsidy."
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Writing for the Nation, the novelist Julian Halevy took exception to an enterprise that charged admission to visit ersatz
places masquerading as the Wild West or the Amazon Basin. At Disneyland, he argued, "the whole world . . . has been reduced to a sickening blend of cheap commercial formulas packaged to sell."