At Disneyland, after you board your doombuggy and ascend the stairs, do you ever notice a little rocking
and wobbling as you swing to the left? I suspect this is done deliberately; if so, the intended effect is seldom
experienced nowadays, if ever. Is this another long forgotten relic from Mansion history? Or is it my imagination, hmm?
At Disneyland and Tokyo, the pseudo-choice between the two halls is made from a room with yellow wallpaper that is discontinuous with the wallpaper in either hall, the red and black stripes of the EH or the demon-mask damask of the Conservatory and COD. In other words, neither hall presents itself as the obvious continuation of the room you are in. This is also true architecturally, thanks to the irregular shape of the room.
Orlando, on the other hand, long ago replaced their yellow wallpaper with the demon-eye kind, making the whole room continuous with the Conservatory and COD. In doing so, they conformed the area to what you see in the scale model from years earlier when the HM was being designed, but by doing so they also diminished the sense of choice between two equal options. The Endless Hallway is now clearly perceived
as a departure branching away from the periwinkle path. Phantom Manor has always been that way.
(or unattractive) options was seriously compromised before the Mansion even opened.
both of them square openings framed with nearly identical wooden beams and bases, and both adorned with looping
drapery. Have you ever noticed how alike they are? No? And you call yourself a Mansionologist! You make me ashamed.
The halls are both "endless" too. The EH is almost literally so, by dark ride standards anyway. Believe it or not, it's the same length as the Grand Ballroom, and there are 12 doors, six on each side, before you get to the mirror that multiplies them still further. As for the Corridor of Doors proper (that is the official name), it has a limitless and otherworldly feel to it, and this, my friends, is imagineering magic at its finest. Magic I say, and I'm feeling inspired. Even as I write, I can feel the left brain fading and the right brain taking over. Feebly I resist, but all for naught.
"Within this hallowed hallway, where normally noisome noises annoy not, may every entrance ever entrance.
May the present perfection of every way out outweigh every impulse to improvise. Leave it alone, damn it."
I'm not saying that the Corridor is my favorite part of the ride (I'm not denying it either), but I will
tell you this: when someone says that it's their favorite part, I know I am going to like that person.
Oh come on. Okay, look, I didn't mean that thing about being ashamed.