I went to see a production of The Wizard of Oz. It was a big part of my childhood, just as it was for many people. I loved any movie that gave a child the possibility of escape. Escape into a Technicolor world.
Even with bad sets, some serious overacting, and munchkins who weren’t
especially small I found myself with tears in my eyes at the end of it. The real Kansas has never appealed to me, but a painted up Kansas
with exceptionally happy sunflowers and cornstalks looked none too dreary. The big-headed Oz was more like a character in a rock show than a children’s story. Toto was amazingly docile for a dog that bit
the old grump of the town.
What is the charm of the tale? That we can find ourselves in new settings, in danger, and survive? That places that look more enchanting are just as cumbersome as where we now exist? That over the rainbow like a slide in the playground brings us back to earth
in the end?