I don’t think it’s the best movie ever made (probably not even in the top 10), but there’s no movie I’d personally rather watch than The Wizard of Oz. A few weeks ago I bought a copy of the movie on DVD and watched it with my daughter. And watched it and watched it and watched it some more. I think we’ve watched the film at least 30 times this month.
She’s become a complete Oz addict, the depths of which struck me only this morning. While deeply slumbering this morning after staying up too late watching post-Super Bowl coverage, I felt a little hand patting on my back and a soft voice asking to watch “the movie with the dog in it,” which is code for the Wizard of Oz. As long as she gets dressed first, my wife and I let her watch a little TV before going to her pre-school. Usually she gets to watch up until “Over the Rainbow” before it’s time to head out.
Not on this day, however — I glanced at the clock and realized to my horror that it was only a 4:45 a.m. Oy! Right, I’m thinking even Barney is preferable if that’s what it will take for a break from the Wizard of Oz.