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This isn’t even a review. Consider it a fever dream of an idea from my childhood. What does that mean? I had a dream about this movie the other night when I had an actual fever and it was uniquely strange. I was an unnamed character with a variety of strange creatures that were my friends, as well as a court no one else wanted but who I adored for their strange details. And then? I found out my head was wanted. Much of the dream was me trying to keep my head and help Fairuza Balk, who was no longer a kid, but somewhere more in her scary American History X place. So I was trying to make her open her heart to everyone in OZ while at the same time keep my noggin. It was somewhat fun, while still being a draining and stressful dream that I will be happy to not have again.

So I ask: When you were a kid (in the 80s) did you happen to get the chance to watch the sequel to The Wizard of Oz? Did you, like me, wonder how that crap got so dark? And I say this never having read the original source material or seeing the silent films before that first one. I have not gone back to re-watch this movie. I don’t want to. It has a place in my young memories where I remember something being dark and surreal and totally influenced me later in life. I don’t need to meh that up. Sometimes the things that influence you when you’re young should just stay back there–forever messed up in your more impressionable brain.

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