Legends of Oz:
Dorothy’s Return reunites Dorothy Gale, the Cowardly Lion, the Scarecrow,
the Tin Man – and just about every cliche of low-budget CG animation. The film is
based on the novel “Dorothy of Oz” published in 1989 by Roger S. Baum (L.
Frank’s great-grandson), and while the filmmakers simplified its convoluted
plot, they failed to produce a story that’s compelling or even interesting.
Dorothy (voice Lea Michaels) wakes up in Kansas, right after
a tornado has devastated her aunt and uncle’s farm. A strange rainbow sent by
the Lion (Jim Belushi), Scarecrow (Dan Aykroyd) and Tin Man (Kelsey Grammer)
carries Dorothy and Toto back to Oz. A nasty Jester (the ever-grating Martin
Short) has stolen the broomstick of the Wicked Witch of the West and is using
its power to destroy and enslave. He’s turned Glinda the Good (Bernadette
Peters) and a lot of unidentified characters into puppets.
Like every other heroine in this kind of journey film,
Dorothy makes new friends who help her along the way: Wiser (Oliver Platt), a
motor-beaked owl; Marshal Mallow (Hugh Dancy), a candy soldier; China Princess
(Megan Hilty) a snotty piece of animated bric-a-brac; and Tugg the boat
(Patrick Stewart, who can’t need the money).
To no one’s surprise, Dorothy eventually defeats the Jester
in a protracted battle that suffers from the kind of namby-pamby pseudo-action
that’s weakened many other animated features.
Dorothy’s friends attack the winged monkeys with barrages of candy and
bubblegum: It’s not dramatic enough to work as a real fight, but not silly
enough to enjoy as slapstick. In the classic live action film, the Monkeys and
the Witch are genuinely frightening, which makes the vulnerable Dorothy’s
victory over them exciting and satisfying. The filmmakers, obviously worried
that parents might complain about something scaring their children, offer limp
substitutes for drama and catharsis that are about as satisfying as drinking
Dorothy’s Return is
both over-animated and under-animated: The robotic mo-cap main characters move
too little and have no weight; the equally weightless free animation of the
Jester’s acrobatics is so jerky, it’s nerve-wracking to watch. The character
designs are unattractive: Glinda looks like a misshapen Barbie Doll, with
weirdly slated eyes, a tiny mouth and a wasp waist.
The songs by five different writers are unnecessary and
forgettable. Dorothy’s opening anthem sounds so derivative, it’s surprising she
doesn’t conclude, “Cold never bothered me, anyway!” Despite the presence of
big-name (and not-so-big-name) stars, the vocal performances are unimpressive,
and the characters never shut up. Martin Short’s attempts at being manically
comic and/or menacing make the viewer realize just how long 93 minutes can
The film is being released theatrically instead of going
direct to video (the bargain bin), where it belongs. And at the end, the Jester
isn’t killed: he disappears into the tornado he summoned – which means they’ve
left open the possibility of sequel. Some locusts mount similar sequels every