I think all film lovers can agree: naming your favorites can be hard. I’ve often tried to do a top ten list here for you all, but I practically break out in hives before I can even start. However, if you ask me my absolute favorite, I can say without hesitation that it’s The Wizard of Oz. I don’t know how it happened, but one day I suddenly decided it deserved the number one spot. I had watched it on repeat when I was little, and then I went through a short phase where I decided it terrified me and I didn’t want to see it anymore.
But then I came back to it, until it finally struck me that what I was watching was really incredible. It was like when the Wicked Witch puts her potion for the field of poppies on her giant crystal ball—it’s cloudy at first, but then the picture suddenly comes in clearly and you can see Dorothy and the gang on their way to Emerald City. My re-discovery of Oz was just like that. I noticed more and appreciated it more. (By the way, nothing is more embarrassing than finally realizing at the age of 13 that the farmhands are literally the Lion, the Tin Man, and the Scarecrow.) The weird thing is that I’ve always answered that Oz is my favorite. I can remember in kindergarten and elementary school when teachers or other kids would ask me my favorite movie, and more often than not I would surprise them with my response. It’s amazing to me that it’s always been my number one, but I didn’t realize how right I was until I got older.