1939’s The Wizard of Oz is less a film than it is an American touchstone, a rite of passage for children of every generation, a silly, sentimental constant always running in our popular culture’s background like a TV in the other room. But when you set all that aside and actually watch it as a film—holy shit is it one fuckin’ weird movie. There’s a reason dipshit burnouts have been trying to make Pink Floyd its unofficial soundtrack for decades now. by Bobby Roberts