There is a reason that
everyone (or, as I have been horrified to recently discover, almost everyone) loves the classic film,
The Wizard of Oz. The timeless
themes, memorable characters, archetypical journey, and its classic
representation of movie magic. While Oz the
Great and Powerful is enjoyable in some regards, and is in nearly every
regard better than I expected it to be, it fails to live up to the standard set
by its predecessor. This is by new means a surprise, but what I did personally
find shocking was how close it was to at least being close.
