Bob and I, standing on the far left of the first row, join in the dramatic pose while 3-D stereo pictures of the entire group are being taken in front of the main campus fountain.
By Cima Balser
In all our travels, we’ve always found animation studios to be great fun to visit. UPA in its day had a bookcase filled with faux books, with carefully lettered titles on the bindings, such as “Brain Surgery Can Be Fun.”
During the entire time Yellow Submarine was being produced there, the receptionist at the entrance never recovered from shock as each day he watched the Carnaby-clothed artists march in and out. One day there was a serious complaint from the tenant downstairs, and soon after the crew was reprimanded by a shamefaced John Coates. We heard that a very, very large billboard size poster with carefully lettered “POOP” was being lowered and waved across all the windows of the office below.
So yes, animators have traditionally played and had fun, along with their real work. However, as Bob and I tagged along with Ron and Dan’s group to DreamWorks’s campus in Glendale, we found that the bar had been lifted higher than we could have ever imagined.