OK, I’ve decided to jump on the “It’s October, so let’s talk about scary movies!” band wagon that everyone seems to be on. Throughout the month, I’ll highlight those movies that scared the bejeezus out of me, in one way or another … starting with The Wizard of Oz. Rob Zombie and I both agree that the Wicked Witch of the West and her flying monkeys were TERRIFYING to us as children. I don’t think we are alone.
Every year, like clockwork, they’d show The Wizard of Oz on TV and as a kid, I’d watch it with great eagerness — until the part in which the Wicked Witch is peering at Dorothy through her crystal ball, with her winged monkey minions around her, who she then sends off to go grab the girl. And her little dog, too. At that exact moment, I would leave the living room, go into the next room, and peer around the corner, positioning myself so I could just see the TV enough not to have to view it full board. Somehow, this comforted me. Of course, I also loved it because, like every kid, we like to be scared every once in awhile.
Here’s the Wicked Green One’s untimely demise by that most effective of weapons — water:
Yep, set those childhood nightmares for life.