The sequel to one of the most beloved motion pictures of all time. Also a film that scarred a generation. And not just because of the Wheelers (although Jesus Christ the goddamned Wheelers), but because even if you don't have the the classic 1939 musical to compare it against—which was in its own way softly nightmarish—the editing, the music, the imagery? It's all off-putting and slippery, aiming for a blend of whimsical and edgy and winding up somewhere closer to diet David Lynch. Return to Oz is like following the yellow brick road and finding out it turned into Mulholland Drive somewhere behind you. But, you know—for kids! by Bobby Roberts