My favorite.

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 embarrassin…
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 embarrassin…