The Wizard of Oz

So much of The Wizard of Oz has been absorbed into the collective consciousness, it’s easy to lose sight of the movie rooted at the center of it all. Its sensibility remains hopelessly skewed (why go back to Kansas again?), but it spikes into the tumult of growing up with resonance, sports the most dazzling color palate of any movie made prior to the Cinemascope era, and showcases songs that refuse to die. Plus, it’s got fez-wearing flying monkeys.