THE WIZARD OF OZ directed by Victor Fleming (USA, 1939)
I first saw The Wizard Of Oz in a fleapit cinema in my home town in the English Midlands when I was around 10 years old. The contrast between the rundown movie house and the glimmering images on-screen were striking.
Seeing it now for the umpteenth time in a lovingly restored 3D version brought back all the magic.
As a pre-teen in the 1960s, Disney was the dominant force for young adult films. The Love Bug, Jungle Book and Blackbeard’s Ghost were among my favorites at that time. I expected Oz to be a cartoon so it was a big shock to be confronted by a live action musical. And how was I supposed to categorize this movie?
On one hand it’s in the classic fairy tale tradition but the good versus evil themes were presented in a manner I hadn’t seen before and have rarely encountered since. Continue reading

After writing relatively conventional novels, the Norwegian author, Karl Ove Knausgaard declared, as he approached the age of 40, that he was sick of fiction.


It may sound morbid, but I wanted to read this book before Christopher Hitchens dies.





