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Retro Halloween Treat! Return To Oz

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In 1939, the literary works of L. Frank Baum landed on the big screen in the timeless masterpiece The Wizard of Oz opened a portal of visual fantasy and storytelling the likes have never seen before and, for generations, has undoubtedly, reserved its place as a landmark of important cinema. However, fans, then and to this day, of the original books know damn well the movie is lacking in the wild and incubus spirit of Baum’s Oz books.

50 years later, the Wheelers and decapitated screaming heads remedied that complaint.

In the early 80s, Disney Studios had a beautiful streak of what we now know as, the Dark Disney days when the films coming out of the family-friendly studios leaned into an almost horror gateway for kids with the dark and serious undertones. Also, it’s my favorite Disney era where armies of skeletons ran amok in The Black Cauldron with no whimsical, musical interruptions.  For years, the studio had hoped to one day create a follow-up to The Wizard of Oz and as such bought the rights to the remaining books in the series. Walter Murch who expressed an interest in the project, (editor for The Godfather and Apocalypse Now), met with Disney and ultimately gave the audiences of 1985 his directorial debut with Return to Oz.

Now the decapitated heads are making a lot more sense, eh? Actually, for those not in the know, that bit was taken from Baum’s “The Marvelous Land Of Oz”, along with Mombi and The Wheelers who made their debut in the second book of the OZ series. So, it was certainly faithful to the source material!

Much like Grimm’s Fairy Tales, Baum’s OZ series had some seriously dark content and, as the books rolled out through the years, they became even more nightmare-inducing as the readers matured and began noticing the horrors of the reality surrounding them. Especially since a few of them were released during the first World War. So much for escapism, eh? Murch very much wanted to capture Frank L. Baum’s true vision, so it was quite a shock to audiences when instead of getting an Over The Rainbow, munchkin giddy, heart-warming tale, we got a rotted and broken Yellow Brick Road, all of OZ pretty much dead by way of turning to stone, and Dorothy sent to the mental institution for shock treatment. And it all takes place in the month of October.

IT’S A HALLOWEEN HORROR MOVIE WITH OZ AS A BACKDROP. And I will die on this hill.

The film opens on an age-appropriate Dorothy (eleven-year-old Fairuza Balk), six months after the tornado hit Kansas. The joyful bedside reunion at the end of The Wizard Of Oz is now replaced with Aunt Em’s (Piper Laurie from Carrie fame) growing concern over her troubled niece who now, can’t sleep and won’t stop mumbling about walking scarecrows and ruby slippers. So what’s their ideal solution? Electric shock therapy, folks. From this point on, the film starts doing what it does best: scaring kids from here to next Tuesday… and I’M HERE FOR IT!

The Patients Have Been Damaged

After being dropped off at a turn-of-the-century hospital, Dorothy is locked in her room, where a young girl appears at her door like a damn ghost holding a porcelain jack-o-lantern, giving Balk a friendly reminder that Halloween is soon… and quickly disappears as quick as she came. The psychiatric hospital sequence is creepy as hell and might be some of the film’s most brilliant and effective shots, especially by borrowing some staple shots from the horror genre. A storm suddenly erupts, a menacing zoom on a closed door, and light bulbs swing from the ceiling. It’s all textbook horror tropes that we all know something sinister is afoot and the fuckery is about to commence.

As Dorothy is strapped down and left alone after, surprise, the storm takes the electricity out, the ghostly girl appears once again and releases Dorothy while telling her this doctor is pretty much insane and has patients damaged… locked in the cellar. It’s time to flee, girls! But alas, a raging river caused by the storm separates the girls and Gale floats off to Oz, while her companion drowns. At least that’s what is presumed, anyway-in a deleted scene, she was never found. Towards the end, the girl is revealed to be OZMA, the Queen and rightful ruler of OZ. All of which leads me to believe, and it’s just my own theory, that she returned to her imprisoned place in Oz, which was back inside the mirrors.

A Gloomy OZ

Once Dorothy reaches her OZ destination with one of her chickens from the Gale farm, Belina, who is magically at her side and able to talk, we’re immediately taken into what a dangerous place OZ truly is. From the Deadly Desert where if your feet touch the sand, you do the Crissy Crumble into sand yourself, to the Yellow Brick Road destroyed-The Land of Oz has become a desolate place where life has just dissipated. The atmosphere itself from Dorothy’s first step back into this once fantastical world is pure doom and gloom with such a sinister presence. Even the trees mock her as she races towards OZ.

Oh and the rocks. Those smirky rocks. The entire sequence gives off a something is fucked up here is a very creepy place and I love it. And the empty Oz sets the stage for the arrival of one of Baum’s scariest inventions, the Wheelers.

The Wheelers, Mombi, and The Nome King

Instead of just dodging a pissed off witch, Gale, and company have to duck and dive through an entire gang of entirely fucked up antagonists that are 1000 times worse than “I’ll get you my little pretty“.

The Wheelers are a hybrid of human with squeaky shopping cart wheels for appendages cyberpunk gang, and are the stuff of nightmares folks.

For those that never caught it, the nails on the chalkboard sound they make on their approach, the same screech we last hear from the unoiled hospital trolley wheels as Dorothy is being pushed to shock therapy. Quite a nice touch and devious as hell.

The witch Mombi, for me as a kid, was outright horrifying. When Dorothy meets with Mombi she is taken to a room filled with disembodied heads locked in cabinets that stare at her as she walks past, and then reveals she like Dorothy’s head as well so she’s just gonna keep her locked up in a room until she’s ready to take it for herself.

With the help of Jack Pumpkinhead, who was imprisoned alongside her, Dorothy breaks out and makes her way into the severed head room to steal the Powder of Life while all the heads are asleep.. She accidentally wakes them all up, and they all start screaming their heads off… heh…to awaken a headless Mombi. It’s probably the single most horrifying scene in a children’s film. 

That  “Dorothy Gaaaaaale!” screech haunts me in my sleep.

And then, there’s the Nome King, who is pretty much responsible for OZ being in ruins and the Scarecrow’s disappearance along with turning the residents of the Emerald City to stone and making trinkets out of the important figures. His claymation minions have been seen throughout the picture to spy on Dorothy and pull Frankie Howerd faces- and he’s been able to do this all with the help of the Ruby Slippers that “just fell out of the sky one day” and he seized them along with an opportunity to rule over OZ’s inhabitants.

This is one gnarly and diabolical motherfucker. Mombi and The Wheelers are horrifying on their own, but they tremble in his presence. And when he learns that Mombi had Dorothy and let her escape… let me rephrase that, “LET HER ESCAPE!!!!!!” he turns into a fucking nightmare and is ready to kill Dorothy and her friends, starting with Jack as he look like a delicious Pre-Thanksgiving pumpkin Pie to him. That is until Belina shits an egg in his mouth. Apparently, eggs are poison to nomes. Go figure, eh?

This entire scene is just a carnival of nightmares. The Scareceow is running around with a very alive head of the Gump, (what is with Baum and severed heads)? The absolute terror on all of their faces speaking of which, gotta love those effects done on Jack where he can express these emotions with the extension of just his head, and the labyrinth of wall nomes screeching along the way. Not to mention the Nome King’s slow death. Dark Disney rules.

Jack Pumpkinhead and the Gang of Misfits

Beyond the obvious horror tropes this movie reeks beautifully of and the fact it’s notably set place in October 1899, perhaps one of the most obvious nods that seals the deal to make this a Halloween treat of a film, is Jack Pumpkinhead.

Put together by OZMA, the Queen of Oz in an attempt to use him to scare off Mombi, he is instead captured by the witch because he basically has the mannerisms of a 6-year-old who just wants his “mom”. He isn’t scary by any means, but he sure is adorable.

Worth noting that Tim Burton himself has cited that the inspiration behind Jack Skellington in THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS was good ol’ Jack here from RETURN TO OZ.

With all that said, with the film undoubtedly labeled as a dark fantasy, I’ve always considered RETURN TO OZ even more so, a gateway to horror and a wonderous unintentional movie to watch during the Halloween season. The setting is just right to hit all the notes to give me those pre-Halloween fuzzies. Plus, the movie just rules in itself. In my humble opinion, it’s the BEST OZ movie ever done, outshining the 1939 classic. Yeah, I said it. Fight me.

RETURN TO OZ is currently streaming on Disney+. For me personally, I’ll just watch it on my old Maxwell VHS where it was recorded for me when I was three; right in between GREMLINS and GARFIELD’S HALLOWEEN ADVENTURE. It’s the only way to honor this delightful Halloween treat.

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How Horror Movies Help Me Cope With My Anxiety Disorder

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Ever since I was a little kid, I knew something was a little off. I had some pretty extreme nervous tendencies. If someone yelled at me, I would shake and cry. If I didn’t do something right, I would make myself crazy trying to correct it, or else I would have a nervous breakdown. I would ruminate over and over in my mind different scenarios of what people thought of me about something trivial I did a year prior and how they probably hate me for it.

When it’s out of control and I begin to spiral, the physical symptoms seep in like a burglar creeping into your home in the middle of the night at your most vulnerable. The flushed feeling in your face and hands. The heart palpatations. The dizzy and lightheaded feelings where your legs are about to give out at any second. Then, you feel you can’t breathe. You try and catch a breath but the air hunger is strong. Hyperventilating is a massive bitch. The first time it happened to me I didn’t even realize I was doing it- that’s how sneaky it can be, and I ended up at the hospital because I had managed to paralyze the right side of my body. I was frozen in time until a kind nurse taught me the savior breathing techniques that many turn to when those feelings begin creeping in. The breathing

This is the monster that is anxiety and panic disorder, and only one tried and true thing can ever ground me when I’m having one of those “off days”. Taking some deep breaths and good ol’ comforting horror movies. If you struggle, sit back, hear me out, because it’s time to take your anxiety medicine.

How Horror Movies Help Me Cope With My Anxiety Disorder

Anxiety disorders are the most common mental illness in the U.S., affecting 40 million adults in the United States age 18 and older, or 18.1% of the population every year. The past few years have been ROUGH to say the very least and an explosion of anxiety disorders have become a pandemic of its own. In 2020, women experienced an almost 30% increase in major depressive disorders and an almost 28% increase in anxiety disorders worldwide, while men saw increases of 24% and 22%, respectively. Overall, women were twice as likely to experience major depressive disorder than men. Due to the heightened fears and anxieties from damn near almost everyone, myself included, most are wanting to stay indoors, avoid populated areas, and cut themselves off from society itself. That being the case, I can understand why those already suffering prior to the world basically crumbling, are struggling even more so than ever before.

Personally speaking, I suffer from severe anxiety and panic disorder with PTSD and hyperventilation syndrome. Like many others, I worry about my health and have death anxiety, which is not all that uncommon and the past few years have been a fucking nightmare. From as early as my diaper days, I was obsessed with horror movies. And when I experience an episode or begin to spiral out, a hefty dose of comfort horror is my medicine of choice. Whether it’s Chucky telling Kyle to “Shut up and drive, before he kicks her fuckin’ teeth in”, or a sampling of Freddy “welcoming Jennifer to Prime Time“, the horrors on the television are a safety net from the horror of reality and a fine form of escapism.

Plus, it’s a good chuckle sometimes too. As ridiculous as this is, can anyone honestly say they can be scared after this?

 Horror movies for me have always been an escape into a familiar fantasy. This type of mind-numbing exit into horror derealization has always been my own way of coping with my anxiety issues; in general, horror films shroud me with a sense of comfort and familiarity.

Sitting down with some old favorites rings my bells of nostalgia and offers a great distraction. Like remembering the first time, at four, I saw Silver Bullet, or my first introduction to Haddonfield’s finest escaped maniac. The obsessive thoughts and lingering anxieties that run like a hamster on a wheel in my head dwindle down to a minimal, if not disappear altogether. Oh man, when those feel-good fuzzies hit, it’s hard to feel nothing other than a calming sense of relief and peacefulness I can only describe as my phantom Xanax with Horror Nostalgia becoming my drug of choice.

Movies, especially those of the slasher genre like Freddy and Chucky, are what I like to refer to as “fantastical horror”; as in, “This shit would never happen in the real world,” (I totally made up that sub-genre term). The more fantastic and crazy the premise, the easier it is to escape into this wonderful world of imagination of talking killer dolls, or an unstoppable force of brutality that dons a hockey mask with no explanation of how he came back from the dead, and furthermore died as a child and is now some undead 7-foot guy throwing a machete around. Horror films are that security blanket or that teddy bear you had as a child and cling onto in times of stress when no one else is around.

As a final punch to the anxiety beast, with every slasher horror film, there’s a villain and hero, right? As it usually goes with the horror film formula, the monster comes face to face with the main protagonist who loves to give them one hell of a time in the final showdown. Facing your anxiety head-on by welcoming it, telling it to do its thing, and then fuck off for the day, can be beneficial. The way I see it, the hero is in comparison to you and the evil force is that bastard anxiety monster. So seeing the horror hero/heroine go against the odds by facing their fears encourages me to relax some and take my control back.

Of course, it doesn’t always come as easy in the heat of the moment to remember to turn your back on your anxiety, the way Nancy memorably vanquished Freddy. And as perfectly exampled here in this clip, the monster never truly dies because there is no TRUE cure for this other than using the best tools you have at your disposal, but you live to fight another day by taking your power back, and hey, that’s really all you can do.

I did my time in nursing school, but I’m no doctor here and don’t claim to be. Everyone who suffers from some sort of anxiety alignment or relative issues has different remedies that work for them. I here am simply offering my own story of taking something I cherish deeply and turning it into a therapeutic refuge in stressful times and as someone with a platform here, I feel it’s important that you know you are not alone in this. So if you can relate in any way, take another look at the wonderful world of the horror genre as a way to escape and free yourself from the anxieties of the world that is more horrifying than any film you can put in front of me.

If this resonates with any of you nostalgic nuggets, drop a line below, and let’s get the discussion going!