You watch the movie whenever you can. You breathe, eat and live the story. You are simultaneously a frightened girl, a scarecrow, a lion, a tin man, a good witch, a bad witch and a wizard. You can act out The Wizard of Oz by yourself, dances included. But then the door of your bedroom opens, and you have to deal with the real world and all the prejudices, rules and pigeonholes that come with it. You wish yourself away, and magically you get swept up in a storm and land in a world beyond the rainbow.
In The Ozard of Wiz, seven people return to their childhood, to a time without shame. They all hope to eventually get what they have been searching for all their lives: brains, courage, a heart and a home. The play serves vogue, pop music and melancholy – with a 70s sauce.
