Thank You, Oz
I’d not seen Return to Oz in a long, long time before last night when I found it was on the telly. I watched it. I loved it and something very much clicked.
It was the ideas behind the story and the characters. Odd characters, strange characters, but characters that felt very real. Tiktok, the mechanical man, who needed different parts of him winding up in order to work, and who was the one man army of Oz. Jack Pumpkinhead – made from a jack-o-lantern and branches and who just wants to know who is mother is. The evil witch who changes her head(s). The being brought to life by fixing furniture, palm leaves and a moose’s head together and sprinkling magic powder on it. The lunch pail tree. The coming back to a familiar place and finding everything different.
I remember being taken to the cinema to see it when I was little, and I remember being enchanted and terrified at the same time (those wheelers were PROPER scary).
But yes. The characters. The story. The imagination. The way the different was almost normal.
You know? I think something stuck.
(And here’s the trailer. Not the best, but it’ll do.)