Jeez, let a house come knock me down if I don't heap a ton o' praise on Jude Kelly's helluva stage production o' the classic film so dearly loved. Ain't no place better than the grand ol' Southbank Centre to get your head full o' the magic o' the Emerald City, reflectin' the glimmer of the London nightlight in the ruby red sparkle o' lil' Dorothy's slippers. The Kansas o' the stage ain't no different to the one amongst the fields, save fo' the alarmin' backdrop, some technical garbage we ain't so familiar with. Looks like some coolcat wanted to get clever with a computer and wiggly lines. Like what my here sister drawn me when she were a young'un. That tornado ain't nothin' like what really happens, all swiggly swirls and whirrin' windows. But ain't no problem with that. Dorothy got a voice on 'er like what Judy Garland had all the way back in 1939. Shucks, how it felt just like them days sittin' in that great hall, with all that mist coverin' the billboards. But I got one bone'a pick...what's a yellow brick road with no bricks? Heck, that ain't fair. Looked like some parkin' restriction, all garish yellow. Luckily those friends o' Dorothy along the way did good. Scarecrow ain't never been so lovably stoopid, and that lion, he don't scare me. Tinman got my heart beatin' fo' sure. Lil' Toto were just so cuddly and clever. To think it was all cos o' him that that there journey began. It all made me wanna find that rainbow and jump right over 'n catch a glimpse of ol' man Oz fo' m'self. But props to 'em all. It were just magical!
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