I had the distinct pleasure of going to Walking With Dinosaurs — The Live Experience when it was in Las Vegas today. All three of us were queued to attend but Ian balked at going into the arena. The far end of the auditorium was mocked up to look like a giant set of sharp-toothed jaws and he would have none of it.
I have to say, it was a great show that surpassed any of my embedded notions of what it was going to be like. It was a little short of recent scienific speculation, but not really (as an example, the raptors were not feathered) as I can live with that and the show was long on spectacle. Even with some of the obvious signs of mechanization, I found it easy to suspend my disbelief and just go along for the ride. I mean, when the Brachiosaurus’ head is up where the basketball scoreboard usually is in the roof of the Thomas & Mack Center at UNLV, my first thought was, “That’s a big freakin’ critter.” So, they had me engaged
The show is really great fun and not just for kids, IMO. One caveat, if you do have a youngster who balks a bit at things that are a little overwhelming be somewhat wary, however. My six year old has a bit of a challenge not suspending his belief and has a history of reconnecting with the small mammalian ancestor nestled near his brain stem when confronted with a roaring life sized realistic mechanical dinosaur. You can see it in his little eyes when the T. Rex at the local Natural History Museum roars.
The larger T-Rex is this show is big (yes, life-sized!) and the roar is really impressive. Enough so that he would not have been able to suppress his flight reflex. But then, we have a diagnosis that goes along with all this. Your mileage may well vary as there were a lot of four year olds that were coping fairly well. Mostly.