WHEN Lumiere lays out the table and beckons you to Be My Guest, you just cannot resist, not when the invitation is dished out with whiffs of fresh straw berry and champagne.
When Mickey tries to subside rising waters as his attempt to control Merlin’s wand goes awry, you’ll sit up as droplets hit your neck. When Aladdin’s carpet swings round the corner and heads for your seat, you scream and duck. And when jewels start falling all around you, instinctively you reach out and make a grab for dazzling necklaces and rings.