A few days ago I was reading a friend of mine’s blog, Sincerely Me, and one of the posts reminded me of the Wizard of Oz. It was about dreams. As you know the Wizard of Oz is an incredible movie, however there is one aspect of it that I truly disliked; the ending. Now, some of you may think I am hypocritical but I’m not! The ending was terrible! The movie showed incredible scenes of fairy tales and witches; and for what? To be ruined by the fact that it was all a dream!
Imagine it in my point of view, the first time I ever watched the Wizard of Oz I was about eight or nine years old. I watched it joyfully, overtaken by the incantation presented to me through the magical world of Oz. The fantasy was overpowering, making me believe that maybe there really was a magical world somewhere over the rainbow. The evil apple trees, ruby slippers and magical beings all expanded my creativity and imagination, however when the end came I was disappointed. I was overjoyed that the wicked witch was dead and that Dorothy was finally going home; but what did the director and script writers decide to do? Make it a dream! In that moment I actually felt sad that there was no world of Oz and that the entire adventure I had been on was just a dream. What was going through their heads? Did they want to ruin little kids hopes and dreams? Did they not think that the incredible story line would be brought down by their terrible ending?
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