Thursday, 18 October 2007

Return to Oz

I can now report on the movie Return to Oz after watching it all the way through last night. I was wary of watching it for a while (I think I may have mentioned that in connection with other movies/books/etc.; I don't generally "do well" with remakes, sequels and movie adaptations. I remember seeing myself in a cartoon with a man sitting in the front row of the cinema, looking up from reading and saying "The book is better"...) but I knew I had to, if only to be able to fully appreciate the references in the Scissor Sisters song Return to Oz (see below).

As it turns out, I enjoyed the movie a lot. At first it was a bit strange to see such a young Dorothy, but it really makes sense, doesn't it? I shall be watching it again this weekend as I am stuck at home in case someone comes by for my birthday. Fortunately there won't, as K feared, be a big Dutch birthday with the whole family gathered around in a big circle (find a copy of UnDutchables if you don't know what I'm talking about), but there may be a few people stopping by.

Return to Oz
(J. Sellards/S. Hoffman)

Once there was a man
Who had a little too much
Time on his hands
He never stopped to think
That he was getting older
When his night came to an end
He tried to grasp for his last friend
And pretend
That he could wish himself health
On a four-leaf clover

He said is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead
The gold is brown
And the sky has claws
There’s a wind-up man
Walking round and round
What once was Emerald City’s
Now a crystal town

It’s three o’clock in the morning
You get a phone call
From the queen with a hundred heads
She says that they’re all dead
She tried the last one on
It couldn’t speak, fell of
And now she just wanders the halls
Thinking nothing
Thinking nothing at all

She says is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead
The gold is brown
And the sky has claws
There’s a wind-up man
Walking round and round
What once was Emerald City’s
Now a crystal town

The wheelies are cutting pavement
And the Skeksis at the rave meant
To hide deep inside
Their sunken faces
And their wild rolling eyes
But their callous words reveal
That they can no longer feel
Love or sex appeal
The patchwork girl has come to cinch the deal

To return to Oz
We’ve fled the world
With smiles and clenching jaws
Please help me friend from coming down
I’ve lost my place and now it can’t be found
Is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead
The gold is brown
And the sky has claws
There’s a wind-up man
Walking round and round
What once was Emerald City’s
Now a crystal town

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