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Release year 2019 / Directors Michael Winterbottom / Writed by Michael Winterbottom / audience Score 263 votes / Synopsis Satire about the world of the super-rich / 1 h 44 Min.
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It opened in 72 after three years of concepting and construction. It was around for most of the 90s—it shut its doors for good on December 31, 1997. But the country-themed amusement park was around for the whole of the 1980s. If you were a kid in Nashville in that decade, there’s a strong chance you knew it intimately. And like any kid who did, you will forever have THE ultimate insider Nashville conversation starter in your back pocket—why do you think they really shut Opryland down? It’s so common a question the Nashville Business Journal asked it in print a couple years back, and framed it the way people ask it out in the wild. No, really. Really. Why did Gaylord Close Opryland USA? Emphasis on really, as if there is very likely some other explanation beyond those offered back in the 90s. And from here, you’d start to exchange memories. So it’s July of 1985 and you’re 13 years old. Opryland USA — Opryland for short — is, without a doubt, your favorite place. It’s rich in adventure and possibility, and thousands of other kids. To this day, most who frequented it insist that it was safe enough to send children to unmonitored on a regular basis, which has a lot to do with Opryland, sure, but it also has a lot to do with how hands-off parenting was in the pre-helicoptering era. Not that it matters much to you now—you’ll come to appreciate it later—but the park is the brainchild of WSM executive Irving Waugh who, 16 years before, went to Houston on golf and fell in love with the Astrodome area. He thought it could work for the Opry, which had outgrown its home downtown at the Ryman. He liked how there wasn’t just one attraction at the Astrodome, there were several. There was a theme park and there were hotels. He thought about the 325, 000 people who were coming to Nashville every year and, beyond going to the Opry, have little to do. He thought about the local kids and families who could benefit from all of this too. One imagines he thought that heaps and heaps of money could be made. Maybe something similar could be done with the Opry, with a theme park and a destination hotel and then a new, beautiful, impressive venue for the Opry itself. He came back, wrote his vision into a memo, and three years later Opryland USA was opened to the public with the Cumberland River on one side and the relatively new Briley Parkway on the other. Sitting on 110 acres of land, the park—which is unique in that it is heavily music themed—opened on May 27, 1972 — the day you are born. Just shy of two years later, the new Grand Ole Opry will open, and three years later the extravagant Opryland Hotel will a make its debut. And here you are now on a hot July morning — you arrive before open. You’ve got $5 in your pocket, pizza and soda money. You’re going to be all set for the day. You’re probably even going to have some left over for when you come back tomorrow. Your season pass is basically your mom’s idea of childcare this summer. Today you ride in with your older brother—he works at a pizza stand in the park—and when he’s not working you can ride in with his friends. Usually for somewhere between $2. 90 and $3. 25 an hour they sling pizza and fries, they run the ride and games, and they clean up puke. Some of them even perform in the shows, large and small, that take place throughout Opryland. The park is pregnant with possibility. A few weeks back you meet a girl there who lives close by but goes to another school and they show you a trick. Their family brings a stocked cooler and sets it right outside one of the gates, over in a shaded, wooded area away from the entrances. Whenever you both get hungry you head over to it, make sure no one is looking, reach through the gate and take out snacks, Cokes, you need whatever. You think you’ve got to try this sometime. It’s not hurting the park, none. This year they’ll sell 70 thousand pounds of popcorn, 65 thousand hot dogs and a quarter million pounds of fries. Attendees will consume 4. 5 million coke products. They’re doing okay. Despite it being right there next to the park—and a major tourist attraction—you’ve never gone to the Grand Ole Opry. You don’t care for country music generally, which shocks a lot of the out-of-towners you meet there. Their families are here because Country is their everything, and even though Opryland purports to be focused on American music, country remains the primary focus for many who visit. It’s not all out foreign to you—it’s just not your cup of tea. You’ve got a couple friends who went to rainy Fan Fair back in June, and they told you all about seeing Charlie Daniels and David Alan Coe, and one of them even met Reba at a meet and greet, but you and your brother are both are like the thousands of Nashville kids who, despite living in the capital of country music, don’t even care for it. Your favorite songs right now are Princes’ Raspberry Beret, which is getting heavy radio play, and Tears for Fears’ Shout. A couple years older, your brother is a fan of The Power of Love, which he became enamored with when you both went to see Back To the Future two weeks back. He’s also partial to Bruce Springsteen’s Glory Days. Your mom told you that before the Opry was over here, it used to be down at the Ryman and it was in disrepair something had. It could get up to 120 degrees at what they called the Mother Church of Country Music, and some of the pews rested on crates. Surrounding it were strip clubs and bars and party types. This location was nicer for families to come and visit, she said. And you surely don’t care about the Opryland Hotel, also next to the park, which—if you’d go inside—you’d learn is big and beautiful. There’s a harp. There’s a giant greenhouse. There are suspended walkways. All that you’d know— maybe —is that you’ve got a friend who’s brother works in the hotel and they say there’s a ghost who hangs out around the ornate chandelier. She is supposedly young and she is dressed all in black, and sometimes—without warning—she shakes that chandelier. Many say her clothes are from the Antebellum period and you wonder how a ghost can be wearing clothes. Are the clothes immoral as well? Are the clothes ghosts? How does that work? Supposedly she haunts your beloved park as well. Opryland staff will share with each other and friends their various encounters with a ghost. Music will play out of devices that are unpowered, or out of stereos that have no tapes in their decks. Rides will come to life for no reason, under no supervision. Staff will share these stories with each other 30 and 40 years from now. There will be conflicting reports. Some will say that it’s the ghost of the land-keeper who a few years back was killed right before the park opened that day. He didn’t realize the ride was being tested and was struck dead. It had to be him, right? If anyone is going to haunt a park, wasn’t it going to be him? But most will agree that the spectre belongs to Mrs. McGavock, though nobody really understands which, exactly. Her hauntings take place on account of her wanting to see her family land turned into a public park, not a private venture. Thousands will look back at Opryland and remember being dropped off, season passes in hand day after day in the summers, or after school, and without a sense of irony or cynicism they’ll say, “That was our childcare. That was our Summer Camp. ” When you grow up and put all of this together, you wonder if Mrs. McGavock has complicated feelings about all of this. After all, complicated feelings is probably what drives a ghost to haunt. At Opryland you aren’t interested in the shows; you’re there for the rides and the promise of adventure. You’re there to hang with other people your age. Your there because mom says you’ve got to go somewhere during the day, and Opryland is the safest. This is the second time you’re here in a handful of days. Last week it was with your family. At least once a summer your grandparents come in from Jacksonville and you all go to Opryland even though you and your brother are regulars. You don’t mind. Historically, you’ll all go together — them, you, mom and your brother — though this year your brother couldn’t make it because he couldn't get someone to cover his shift so you all make a point to stop by and see him at the pizza stand a few times that day. Your grandfather makes a big deal over how much he loves your brother has a job. You go to see him him at the stand nearly every time you go to Opryland and he sneaks you slices until you get to a point at the end of the summer where you can’t imagine eating another slice of pizza ever again. When you go to Opryland with your grandparents, they pay so you can get something that isn’t dictated by your brother’s ability to sneak it to you. You can get hotdogs. You can get fries. You can get a coke. They opt for roasted chicken and prime rib, which you’ll look back on some day and think is funny was available at a medium-sized theme park. Your mother just eats cotton candy somehow. They give you extra money to play games, which you rarely get the opportunity to do, but you’ll have to pay for it by sitting with them to see the live performances throughout the park. More than a few times they remind you to pay extra attention to the performers at Country Music USA — an outdoor review where musicians play newer country songs, there’s one by Alabama, and older ones -- your grandfather nudges to tell you is a Jimmie Rogers tune. Pay attention, they remind, because some day some of these people will be famous like Ty Hendon, who was picked out of this crowd to become a part of Roy Acuff’s band and THEN he went on a new televised talent show hosted by Ed McMahon called Star Search. And this is true. It was a big deal when a Nashvillian was on the show, and everybody tuned in. Hendon would make it all the way to the finals. Legend had it Hendon missed his senior prom because he had five performances that day at Opryland, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. This was his shot for the big time, and he made it there. 10 years from this summer, he’d release What Mattered Most and it would go number one. After coming out of the closet 20 years after that, he’d re-release the song with pronouns changed to newly revealed sexual preference. Lots of folks like your grandparents come to Opryland — it’s what keeps so many of these stage performers working. In 1982, American General Bought the NLT Corporation — a Nashville based insurance holding company. NLT held all sorts of things, but American General was primarily interested in all of its financial services and acknowledged it didn’t know how to run hotels or theme parks. So it sold to Gaylord, a subsidiary of Oklahoma Publishing. When Gaylord bought it, they took a look at who is getting tickets to Opryland and when it realized senior citizens were a significant part of their customer base, they slowed investment in new rides, and kept focusing on the performances and live shows. After the acquisition, they would keep investing in the park, though, putting hundreds of millions into improvements and new attractions. As attendance continued to grow, though, they invested in new rides again. A few years from now, in 1989, they’ll invest in Chaos — a $7m indoor rollercoaster encased in a 8 story building and augmented by special effects. Your brother will tell you the effects team who put it together were the same who helped make the alien in Predator and ghosts in Ghostbusters. You’d ride this rollercoaster and see all sorts of crazy stuff projected onto massive screens. Your brother read somewhere that the director of those videos said: ''It is a journey, oh gawd, like a journey, like a journey through — like — a time frame continuum with the texture of, sort of like the fabric of the universe, to be grandiose, but that really isn`t it. Maybe, I would characterize it as a time/space adventure. ” In other words, it felt like a rollercoaster designed with an acid trip in mind. You won’t know this at the time, but you were lucky to catch it at all. There were so many components and moving parts that it was often shut down for repairs. But when you do catch it, you find it pretty cool. But that’s not for another 4 years, a lifetime from now. Right now you’re young and free and roaming a pre-Chaos Opryland. Some days you roam alone and see who you’d run into, and some days you’d coordinate with friends. Today you meet a boy who is visiting with his family from Austin and he has four hours before his family are going to leave. While his parents are in the new Orleans area seeing the I Hear America Singing revue and taking his little sister on the carousel, you are both are in the hill country section of the park. You ride the Flume Zoom. In fact, you ride it three times in a row, and you keep getting drenched, though the sun nearly dries you off before your next descent down that 90 degree, 75 foot drop. The first time you tried to look cool—like you’re beyond getting scared—by raising your hands above your head and smiling on the way down. But you are, as you always are, a little scared on your way down and that’s part of what you love about that ride. He laughs at the bottom and says it was scary and you laugh and say you’re always a little scared. Feeling more comfortable this time, you raise your hands and you both scream and laugh your faces off. The third time up you feel his hand on yours during the ascent. It’s a welcome surprise, and you awkwardly hold right hands while putting your left hands in the air. It was nice and the butterflies from the free fall never fully subsides. Together, you do laps around the park—it’s crowded with families, with other teenagers running around, with old people like your grandparents walking at a leisurely pace. You pass a breathless little boy, soaked from head to toe, going on and on about the animatronic bear at the Grizzly River Rampage. You tell your new friend what your brother told you: when the ride opened, the star of Grizzly Adams came out and gave away autographed pictures. He laughs and remarks on how many trees there are, and how green the whole park is. Your brother once told you that when they opened the park, nearly all of the trees were left tact and if a tree had to go, they moved it to another place in the park. He told you that a lot of parks are like concrete jungles, and part of what makes Opryland interesting is that it maintained a lot of the land that was there before it came about. This doesn’t mean much to you until later when you go to a few other parks and see that your brother is right — most parks are just concrete slabs with rides on them. In that way, Opryland is special. You ride the Tin Lizzys together and wonder aloud if cars really only went 5 miles per hour back in the 20s, if the cars here are really antiques converted for this purpose or if they were made especially for the park. He reaches for your hand and holds it again. You tell him The Old West section of the park is based on El Paso and you ask if that’s what Texas is really like, and he kindly explains he’s never been to that part of Texas. El Paso is on the border of Mexico — it’s 8 hours from Austin, which is about as far from him as you are in Nashville from your grandparents in Jacksonville. He holds your hand again until it’s time to get off. You make your way to another pizza stand that’s not at the one where your brother works thank god—he’d be relentless about seeing any of this--and the boy tells you that you know a lot about this whole place and he asks how often you come here and you tell him it’s a lot and he says he has to go soon but he’s so glad he met you and he leans in and you’re sure he’s going to kiss you and he does this weird half-hug thing where you don’t know exactly what’s happening and you try to lean into it and he somehow bangs your forehead with his chin. He is embarrassed and he mentions the time again and that he really should get going, but he writes his name and address down on a napkin and he asks you to please keep in touch. You will write back and forth a few times but it will loose steam around November, which is also when the park closes down for the season. Even though your correspondence loses that steam, there will be a few years where there is not a day that goes by in which you don’t think of him — there is not a time you go to the park and not more-than half-hope to see him, especially when you ride the Flume Zoom. You sit on the Skyride, suspended far above the park, and see if you can spot him, even though you know full well he’s not here. Come ‘87 he’s nearly fully faded from your memory when you’re working the park yourself — you work at a sovenieur stand and take pictures of guests dressed in old time garb — and you start seeing someone who suffers through their days in one of the park mascot costumes. Not Yancy Banjo, no, or Johnny Guitar, Barney Bass, Frankie Fiddle, or Jose Mandolin. You start seeing Delilah Dulcimer, who, when in human form drives an 81 Crown Victoria and explains that the mascot costumes can weigh between 40 and 90 pounds and being inside of one is like walking around in tiny ovens you can barely see out of. They smell like puke because people have puked in them more than once. A lot of kids will try to punch them in the groin, which is not great. This thing lasts for a couple of weeks — it never reaches the level of emotional intensity as the thing with the boy from Austin, but it’s okay. A coworker tells you they saw Delilah canoodling with a security guard after a shift which is fine because it was pretty underwhelming anyway. You never date at the park again. Decades from now, out of nowhere, you’ll remember the boy from Austin and wonder where he ended up. Having misplaced those letters a lifetime ago, you’re left to guess what his name is. You’ll never find out. — Donna Summer’s song Dinner With Gershwin has been on the radio quite a bit and you love it. Summer will move to the city 8 years later and people will see her and her family at the park. You’ve seen Dick Clark, of course, and Opry regulars like Porter Wagoner. You see Roy Acuff here and there, which is not surprising since he lives on the grounds. A few weeks back you came home and said something snarky about the color of outfit you saw Acuff was wearing and your mom would remind you that he was an old man who was all alone now and you immediately regretted having saying bad things about him, even if he did use the Opry stage and a bunch of yo-yo trucks to humanize Nixon back in the 70s. At least that’s what Delilah said he did. Years later you’d learn that E. W. Wendell, a Gaylord executive and cheerleader for all things Opry had a house built for Acuff on the grounds in the early 80s he could live around people after becoming a widower. To the Tennessean, he said: "I'm leading a very lonely life in a big house all by myself. Now, I'll be someplace where there'll be people. I want to straighten out my life. It'll help me get out of this loneliness I live in. I'm in the park or the Opry House every day anyway. I realize that will millions of people visiting Opryland, some will want to drop in on me at the house. It isn't going to bother me. " Ooof. — Today while on break you meet and become fast friends with Amber, a performer in I Hear America Singing. She went to a performing arts school in New York, where she was discovered by park-sanctioned talent hunters at a recruitment event held there. She is 5’7, which she says is tall for a dancer, and she’s strong and lean. She’s built like a dancer because she’s a dancer. She smiles and her green eyes get watery and almost close shut. She is 20 and doesn’t ind that you are 16. She’ll tell you about the city she’s from. How her dad knows Angela Lansbury because he works on a bunch of different things including the Tony’s. And it may sound like they have money but they don’t and even if they did she’d want to work for her own money anyway. In time she’ll introduce you to everyone she’s met at the park—her co-workers—and you all will laugh and drink all night at house parties and then sleep off big time headaches until noon. Amber will tell you how some people think the whole song and dance thing at Opryland can get a bit hokey, but it pays musicians to be musicians. It brings in performers from all over the country. It employs 350 musicians at any given time. She reminded that it had helped people like Ty Hendon, and Cynthia Roads who had worked at the park in the 70s — she sang over by the Timber Topper — and she’d go on to be in Flashdance and Dirty Dancing. People say she’s from a real religious family, which makes you wonder how they dealt with her playing a woman who has an abortion in a movie. Amber says Opryland put a lot of musicians to work and it gave them all somewhere to be together. It gave them jobs where they can sing regularly, and and they need that. She lived in a small house with three roommates--Jason and Nicole and they all played music and sang all night and drank whiskey and did a little coke sometimes to keep drinking and playing. — In 1997 your brother calls and tells you “Oh my God, Opryland is closing” and you are in disbelief. “What are they going to do with it all, you ask? ” He says they’ll probably relocate a lot of the rides and they’ll probably scrap the rest. They’re building a mall in its place. ” After you hang up, you are surprised to find yourself crying. — When you are 46, you click a link to Nashville Business Journal article and laugh at the headline. “No, really: Why did Gaylord close Opryland USA? ” You think about all of the times a conversation has started like that and quickly descended into a bullshit session about how great that place was. The “No, really” piece of the headline is especially funny because many don’t believe the reasoning. It was successful; it was making money. It made people happy. Why would you shut it down. It was such a foreign concept to many. Most rarely ever have something as good as Opryland going for them. If they did, they can’t imagine shutting it down. If you’re printing cash, why would you break the press? To make even more money? It just felt... callous. When Gaylord CEO Bud Wendell stepped down in 97, the Opry properties lost their biggest advocate. He had been with the project since way back in the WSM days. When Gaylord bought Opryland and its associated properties—including Opryland USA back in 1983—Gaylord himself was cited in the New York Times as saying that the Return on Investment was not of interest. The characters and real people behind it, like Roy Acuff and Mini Pearl, were what was significant. Never mind that Mini Pearl was not a real person—she was a personified by an actress named Sara Cannon—but the sentiment is nice nonetheless. This was, like, the least 80s CEO thing to feel, especially so early on into the Greed is Good Decade. Wendell, a steadfast Opry fan, maintained that same attitude AND made money on the theme park. When Wendall was out of the way, the company rushed to catch up with a kind of business that didn’t get bogged down by sentiment. For many, it felt like a big Yellow Taxi situation. Of Gaylord shutting it down, Wendell said, “Opryland was successful. And it was successful when they shut it down. We weren’t losing money dumbest thing I’ve ever seen. ” But why did they really do it, you ask yourself. Such a monumental decision — a decision that feels to you like a direct assault on your youth, on that feels like a kick in the throat — a theft from your younger self… Why did they have to go and steal every awkward kiss, every late night conversation about entry level music jobs? Why’d they have to go on and steal my youth only to turn it into a mall? You look at that headline and think a move that monumental couldn’t just be attributed to something as simple or depressing as “some business people wanted to make more money and unsentimental malls make more money faster than sentimental theme parks. Could it? No, really. Why did Opryland USA close down? Surely, there must be a complicated answer here you hope because the most obvious one is just so damn depressing.
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