I hate this movie. I hated it the first time I watched it before I ever even read the book, and I almost exploded when I finally DID read the book and discovered what butchery had been done upon such a genius work of literature.
The best way I can think of to describe this movie (even though even I have to admit that I enjoy the songs to no end) is the following:
Take the shell of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by Frank L. Baum, rape it with a machete, then stretch it thin and twist it around an amalgamation of child molestation, abuse, suicide, drugs, alcoholism, and general debauchery and dysfunction and then tie it up with an emerald and ruby ribbon with a big fat bloody bow on top. THAT is what I think of this heinous film.
But the songs are fun.
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