This is Australia's Northern Territory. It's dawn at Uluru. The loud clapping woke us up. We found out later that the gardeners outside have to beat the pathways around the various parts of the hotels in order to chase away any unwanted animals that could have lodged in some hole somewhere during the night.
Any review of Oz the Great and Powerful that fails to use some variant of the word "wretched" is not to be trusted. A critic who avoids "queasy," "soul-chafing" and "aspartame" has almost certainly been paid off by Disney. It's conceivable that someone somewhere has taste just rotten enough that they can dodge these terms without being slipped a few bucks. But unlikely.