The Wizard of Oz is a grotesque predictor of Trump’s America.
It says so here, in the Guardian. Specifically,
Oz is first wondrous and revelatory, then sinister and suspect, a good trip that goes wrong… It’s this lurking inner wrongness, the darkness at its edges and the emptiness at its core, that speaks to me now.
The author of the above is Bidisha, a mono-named entity who may be familiar to long-term readers, and who describes herself, unironically, as a “non-white angry political female.” One who seems determined to find yet another staple of Christmas both ghastly and problematic:
It’s impossible to watch the newly crowned ‘most influential film ever’ without seeing the parallels to the sickly US of today.
Oh, ye doubters. Madame Bidisha has her reasons.
We can read the catastrophic effects of climate change into the tornado that sets the narrative off,
I didn’t say they would be convincing.
see the opioid crisis in the characters’ drugged sleep in Oz’s Powell and Pressburger-esque poppy field, and empathise with the mangy Lion, rusty Tin Man and under-stuffed Scarecrow’s search for organ donors and reliable medical support in an Oz without a solid welfare state.
If you think our Guardian columnist is perhaps overreaching a tad, I feel I should point out nothing that follows is likely to disabuse you.
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