{"id":19495,"date":"2013-03-18T12:14:35","date_gmt":"2013-03-18T17:14:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/?p=19495"},"modified":"2013-03-18T12:15:01","modified_gmt":"2013-03-18T17:15:01","slug":"james-lileks-compares-the-new-oz-with-the-original-and-finds-it-sorely-lacking","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/2013\/03\/18\/james-lileks-compares-the-new-oz-with-the-original-and-finds-it-sorely-lacking\/","title":{"rendered":"James Lileks compares the new Oz<\/em> to the original and finds it sorely lacking"},"content":{"rendered":"

Actually, just ignore all the stuff about the new film, because I think he’s really writing about<\/a> the original Wizard of Oz<\/em>:<\/p>\n

I remember how hard<\/em> the first part of the movie felt. The unsympathetic and careworn Auntie Em, the vicious Miss Gulch — we laugh now and say “dee-dee-dee-dee-deee deee” as a little joke for someone with a nasty personality, but when that dessicated = bitch showed up and took the dog, Dorothy’s misery broke your heart. I mean, she was taking the dog away to kill him<\/em>. No one stood up to her. No one could.<\/p>\n

The Kansas farmhouse was more ramshackle than my grandparent’s farm, but we had chickens and dirt roads, and every summer we feared the twister. The mindless twister scribbling destruction in the distance was our worst nightmare, because it could happen. It had<\/em> happened. They tested sirens every month because they knew it would<\/em> happen. When it came for Dorothy, she was alone; everyone else had taken shelter in the earth, leaving her to the winds.<\/p>\n

[. . .]<\/p>\n

It was the font of childhood terrors that were unstinting in their horrors, unmodulated for younger audiences: the implacable guards, the gibbering monkeys, the horrible moment when the witch upended the hourglass: that\u2019s all you have longer to live, my pretty. Oz himself was terrifying, and he was supposed to be the guy who’d help them all.<\/p>\n

There wasn\u2019t anything else like this in the other things they let us see, and I\u2019m not sure grown-ups realized how unreal and bizarre these things seemed. But they trusted us to process the morality of an extended song-and-dance sequence that celebrates the death of an oppressor. Not too many other shows we got to see had a coroner with a certificate who had good news, and the townsfolk shouting that the tyrant is in hell.<\/p>\n

This was a good thing!<\/em> Really. It was.<\/p>\n

– The bittersweet and painful end, which was resolutely irresolute: the first time you see it as a kid you don\u2019t know the farmhands are the characters from Oz, not really, and when they appear at the end at everything\u2019s great because she\u2019s home. But it\u2019s not happily-ever-after, because no one but Dorothy knows what happened, or admits they knew; everyone\u2019s face is a friend from the most wonderful dream she ever had, fading away before her eyes, replaced by the joy of being home in a world without color. A place she vows never to leave. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Actually, just ignore all the stuff about the new film, because I think he’s really writing about the original Wizard of Oz: I remember how hard the first part of the movie felt. The unsympathetic and careworn Auntie Em, the vicious Miss Gulch — we laugh now and say “dee-dee-dee-dee-deee deee” as a little joke […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[28],"tags":[86,122],"class_list":["post-19495","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-media","tag-criticism","tag-movies"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2hpV6-54r","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19495","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19495"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19495\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19497,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19495\/revisions\/19497"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19495"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19495"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19495"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}