I generally stick to fiction – you won’t find a lot of posts about documentaries here. That’s about to change.
The last few weeks were challenging. I have looked at this blog on numerous occasions and thought, NO – I can’t. Going back to #31DaysofHorror feels wrong, in light of the real world horror I and so many others feel after the results of this election.
On the other hand, maybe you don’t feel bad about it at all. There are those of you who will call me a “special little snowflake” and tell me to “buck up, buttercup,” because this is reality. This is who won. Donald Trump is the next President of the United States.
You’re right. So what do I do now?
The Wiz (1978)
Directed by Sidney Lumet
Home is knowing. Knowing your mind, knowing your heart, knowing your courage. If we know ourselves, we’re always home, anywhere. – Glinda the Good
If I’m being honest with you, it’s taken me far too long to write and publish this post. I knew months ago that The Wiz was a film that should be revisited and spoken about critically; not just as a cult classic ’70s era musical, but as a standout political and humanitarian statement pertinent to our times.
But I put it off: week after week. I’ll upset people. Someone will get mad. I thought it wasn’t my place. I’d overstep my bounds. I’m a white girl. This is a black film, right? It isn’t my story.
That’s precisely why I needed to watch it.