Remember when James Franco played the Wizard? I, for one, wish I could forget. We have plenty of terribly uninspired and derivative fantasy tripe today. We have very few examples of Tolkienesque post-apocalyptic weird fantasy franchises that have been successfully adapted into feature films, especially in the last 15 years. Remember The Dark Tower? Again, I wish I could forget.
But then you come across something like this and remember what can be fun in a fantasy sequel.
There is a wonderful moment where Dorothy comes across the ruins of the Emerald City, not long after realizing that she's been walking along the ruins of the Yellow Brick Road; there she and her talking chicken find people turned to statues and a gang of psychopathic weirdos who ride around on training wheels and may or may not be robots. It's such a bizarre and beautiful scene. It's what dark fantasy, and sequels to works of fantasy, are all about.
But then you come across something like this and remember what can be fun in a fantasy sequel.
There is a wonderful moment where Dorothy comes across the ruins of the Emerald City, not long after realizing that she's been walking along the ruins of the Yellow Brick Road; there she and her talking chicken find people turned to statues and a gang of psychopathic weirdos who ride around on training wheels and may or may not be robots. It's such a bizarre and beautiful scene. It's what dark fantasy, and sequels to works of fantasy, are all about.
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