When we were little our parents shielded us from almost everything, especially TV shows and movies. As result, I was (and, OK fine, am still) unnaturally afraid of basically every moderately scary part of every show and movie. I remember going outside during the flying monkeys scene of The Wizard of Oz and watching the movie through our glass sliding door. It's always less scary without sound. Previous history with Frank L. Baum's gang aside, I'm anxiously awaiting this:
OZ: The Great and Powerful comes out in March, so until then we'll have to channel the Emerald City via the Pantone Color of the Year.
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