Or star gazing while stars' narrate. 

Okay, Thomas Wolfe, you're right, "you can't go home again." Have you been to the Planetarium recently? 

The first thing that struck me, upon entering the first floor, were the lyrics from Baz Luhrmann's Moulin Rouge, as the ringmaster and chorus welcomed the unsuspecting to the show….

it will be… Spectacular, spectacular!

No words of the vernacular

Can describe this great event

You'll be dumb with wonderment

It was spectacular. And you did feel dumb, as there wasn't any way that you could really wrap your head around "the journey to the stars", as you were spending a disproportionate amount of time trying to figure out, "who is narrating this????" Star gazing faux pas number one, it's Whoppi Goldberg. Without nary a snarky comment or joke to compliment the incomprehensible explanation of the gases, planets, stars and ultimate creation of planet Earth.

Clear that when we must have taken a wrong turn when we found ourselves staring down a humongous dinosaur we weren't in Kansas anymore. There is a corridor that connects the museum and planetarium, and since they made me check my GPS at the door…Why not go into the theater there, for just a sec, and see if Whoppi was a momentary aberration, or not.

Not.

Meryl herself, sans any drama or accent, took us through a 5 billion year, but only 4 minute talk, as to the origin of the species. A performance, better, I might add, that the one she delivered in "Momma Mia." 

And, lastly, now back in the Space Odyssey, it was Maya Angelou's turn to explain the "big bang theory." With all the gravitas that she commands. Yet again, who really listened to what she was saying. We guessed and challenged each other with, "who is that" missing the bang, big or otherwise. 

So, for me, I want what I remember from my childhood. I want the droning, flat, decidedly dull voice of a narrator who does not distract me from the situation at hand. Not understanding a word of what they are saying.