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GENERAL MOTORS' Futurama suffers in comparison with its famed 1939 exhibit. The reason perhaps is that the future has come upon us so hard and so fast that the once-incredible magic of what's next now seems all too believable. And Futurama '64 is annoyingly hard to see, with its one-glance-and-you're-past dioramic layout-a sad comedown from Futurama '39's magnificent panoramic display...
GENERAL MOTORS' Futurama rolls along, riding 90,000 people daily past model cities of the future built in jungles, underwater and in outer space. After the trip, visitors can inspect a full line of today's G.M. cars and three sleek models designed for tomorrow's automatic highways...
GENERAL MOTORS' Futurama ride glides past floating space stations and aquacopters touring the ocean's depths. What excites the imagination most is what seems most possible (and needed): three dream cars designed to run on automatic highways where the driver would push a route-programmed punch card into a slot, turn over all controls for the trip to an electronic system...
GENERAL MOTORS' Futurama ride through the moon's mountains, a shadowy underwater world, a steaming jungle and an ultramodern city seems all too plausible in an age already deep into space, both inner and outer. What really stirs the imagination is the three dream cars in the lobby. Only models, they look as though they should be ready to roll, say, next year...
General Motors, star of the '39 fair with its revelations of the future, has again attempted to be visionary. Its Futurama is built around the idea that the human population has ample room to explode, and proves the thesis with wonderful models of future machines and future cities in contemporary wastelands. Man will subdue the primordial jungle, for example, with a G.M. machine a couple of hundred yards long. Out in front of it, smaller machines fell the great trees with laser beams. Blink, blink. The red beams slice the trees and they topple. The great mother machine...