I want to start out talkin’ ‘bout Professor Marvel. The only stuff that happens before that is like – she is girl, she has dog, Kansas. You know, important exposition. Professor Marvel is noteworthy because he is the first Marvel superhero – even before Green Lantern! He has a defining outfit and accessories. He has fortune-telling superpowers. Is there anything he himself can NOT do? Unlikely.
On to Oz. Dorothy arrives in Oz from a rather expected method of housenado. I assume it was the shark’s day off and a house was the most logical pilot next in line. Once we enter the magic world, it quickly becomes one of the simultaneously best and worst films I’ve ever sat through. The colors, the production, the sets, the choreography, all brilliantly executed and not just by 1939 standards. It still holds up as outstanding! Now, on the other hand, the plot/story/dialogue are all so bad that I was in a state of constant cringe. I’m aware this was meant for kids, but even taking that into account, it’s still really bad. I would say the target market is 3 to 6 years old. As soon as you turn 7 your brain says “What the fluff is this baby stuff? I’m more mature than this! I’m turning this off and going outside to kick a ball like a sophisticated gentleman!”
For a movie where even a seven-year-old has to turn his brain off to enjoy, there is a few sneaky philosophical moments of brain usage. For instance: when the group asks to see the wizard, the Door Guard states “Nobody’s ever seen the great OZ. Even I’ve never seen him.” To which Dorothy responds: “Well, then how do you know there is one?” Some rather subversive god commentary for those days wouldn’t you say? Additionally, when they meet their god, Ozzy Ozbourne, he turns out to have no powers and just pretends to have powers by using man-made machines. I think the moral of the story is accidentally: There is always a scientific explanation behind superstitious beliefs.
Ending Explained: Dorothy wakes up from her dream. Nothing actually happened. Everyone’s time was wasted.
Ending Analysis: the Wizard of Oz is like the ultimate dream sequence movie in a bad way. Rather than “oh look that scene was just a dream” it’s “oh look the entire chain of events happens to just be a dream.” Now most movies that end this way are ambiguous as to whether it was really a dream or maybe not a dream. I don’t think there is ambiguity here though. Her friends and family in Kansas appear to be the same actors as the people she met in Oz implying it really came from her subconscious. Plus her house seems to be intact without signs of piloting a tornado.
Final Thoughts: Is this film a work of anti-superstition or pro superstition? Even I, a Drawma Kingg who happens to be dramatic, have no words to answer that question for you.