For many adults, ice shows are like circuses, magic acts and Ronald Reagan's redwood trees: If you've seen one, you've seen 'em all. You only consent to another look for your children's sake (these are American birth-rights), and the date looms like a black cloud over your calendar's horizon.
But, once you're there. . . .
The colors, the costumes, the choreography, the grace . . . even the coolness that radiates up from the ice . . . form a nostalgic wave to wash away your cynicism and set you up for an evening of aweful entertainment.
Twenty minutes into the show, the crusty old father is turning to his 8-year-old son and saying, "Watch this," then to his 6-year-old daughter to ask, "Did you see that?"
For sure, "Walt Disney's World on Ice"--which opened its four-week Southern California run at the Anaheim Convention Center Thursday--puts this theory to the sternest test. This two-hour salute to the 50th birthday of Donald Duck is so corny it might have been written by Huey, Dewey and Louie.