Friday, March 12, 2010
F'n son of a gun. . .
So, for those of you who don't know, I am a huuuuuuge Wizard of Oz fan. It was my favorite when I was little and I often like to tell people about how at age four I could say with 100% certainty that I was, in fact, Dorothy and I was going to marry Axl Rose. It's really a pretty sweet life plan for a four-year-old to come up with, if you ask me. And how thoughtful of me to match the color of my shoes to my husband's hair.
Anyway, last night, at a loss for what to do, a few friends and myself decided to sync up The Wizard of Oz with Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon. i had tried this once in high school but we used my dad's vinyl copy of the album and thus had to try to pause the movie and flip the record. As I'm sure you imagined, it didn't turn out too well.
Well, this time around it went great and everyone was having a wonderful time. But then, as the scene just before the Flying Monkeys appear started, I noticed something unusual that I had never seen before. . .
HOLY COW! WHERE'D THAT GUN COME FROM?!?!
Does anyone else remember this part? I mean, I have seen this movie hundreds of times and I've never noticed that gun before. I didn't know they had guns in Oz. Quite honestly, it really changes my opinion of the place.
But what's even more curious is where does it go? He only has the gun in this one scene. In fact, mere moments later when the Flying Monkeys actually appear, the Scarecrow is once more unarmed. So, what was the point of the gun in the first place?
In any event, I think I feel an embroidery coming on. Someone has to celebrate the OG Scarecrow.