Sometimes people don’t know what questions they just shouldn’t ask. Our esteemed publisher, who under normal circumstances (if there ever are any) is a paragon of both wit and sensitivity, foolishly asked, “Who doesn’t have something to say about The Wizard of Oz?”
Don’t blame me, he asked. I am breaking my many years of silence on the subject to admit that I have nothing to say about The Wizard of Oz. Mine is a minority opinion, and—as such—I’ve learned to keep it to myself.
I see The Wizard of Oz (the MGM version) as two movies. One is very, very good and the other is cringe-inducing. The very, very good one is in black and white, and for some strange reason the studio inserted the boring color section smack dab in the middle. I am perfectly happy watching The Wizard of Oz, if I only have to watch the black and white beginning and end.
Oh, yeah, I love flying monkeys and melting witches, but you can only drag that stuff on so long. The Wizard of Oz drags it on too long. Like I said, it’s a minority opinion. It will now be returned to the deepest reaches of my unconscious mind.Powered by Sidelines