In honor of Michael Jackson’s passing in 2009 Disney re-launched Captain EO at Epcot, a sci-fi fantasy thriller staring the one and only MJ and condensing everything magical about eighties culture into 18 minutes of awesome. On the second day of our trip to Disney World our family donned 3-D glasses, sat exactly in the middle of the theater, and prepared for what would become a favorite moment.
My affinity for eighties culture, hair and dancing borders on freaky. If I could I would wear my hair in a shortish pixie cut, gelled on an angle to show off hot pink blush going straight down my cheek bones for dramatic effect. I still own leg warmers and the music fills my soul, making me want to move. In eighth grade (1994) a bunch of girls tried to make me feel bad by announcing White Snake was my favorite band. I pretended to be offended, then rocked out alone in my room later that night to the sweet sounds of Here I go Again.
Captain EO defied all expectations. It was magic. From his elephant-like alien companion that sneezed (with water sprayed on us for realism) to the 3-D effects (Ninja: Mom! If I try really hard I can totally catch that snuggly small alien), the show was amazing from minute 1. Michael… I’m Sorry “Captain EO”, goes to an evil planet. He uses the power of dance moves, pelvic thrusts and singing to break through the evil queen’s heart and turn her land into a place of happiness.
My kids LOVED this show more than any other show in Disney. As soon as we walked out Ninja called, “Mommy Mommy Mommy MOOOOOOMY MOM!” I replied, “Yes Ninja?” His response was perfection–
Did you know Dancing and music fix stuff? I have idea, mom, everyone should dance more so they can be happy! I start it, Ma.
He proceeded to dance-walk for the rest of vacation, whenever he remembered, no matter how tired. There was even an event with a rascally chipmunk in space gear where Ninja made us the center of a soon-to-be enormous circle of dancers, humans and characters alike, doing the gangam in Future World.
This is a real photo of our family. I like to dance and sometimes that means that my chaffing prevention shorts peek out. I like to think that if someone wrote a jam everyone could get down to we would all be so busy bustin’ a move that we could forget our differences and hold hands. Sort of like “we are the world” except with a lot less pictures of devastation and more flash dancing. Sometimes Michael Jackson can moonwalk the evil right out of a dastard empire, inspiring children of all ages to bust a move for peace and harmony. And seriously, have you ever not smiled when a 4 year old tries to be taken seriously while dancing?