Morgan Freeman: [about "Bonfire of the Vanities"] When an airliner crashes, they say that it's usually caused by a series of mishaps.
Plot
In this charming film based on the popular L. Frank Baum stories, Dorothy and her dog Toto are caught in a tornado's path and somehow end up in the land of Oz. Here she meets some memorable friends and foes in her journey to meet the Wizard of Oz who everyone says can help her return home and possibly grant her new friends their goals of a brain, heart and courage.
Keywords: 1890s, 1900s, 19th-century, 20th-century, abduction, accidental-hero, actor-playing-multiple-roles, adolescent, allegory, alternate-universe
Mighty Miracle Show Of 1000 Delights !
Amazing Sights To See ! The Tornado . . . Munchkinland . . . Horse Of A Different Color . . . Startling Balloon Ascent . . . Flying Monkeys . . . Trees That Talk And Throw Apples
Let's go "Over the Rainbow" with Judy in her greatest hit! (1955 re-release)
Hear beloved star JUDY GARLAND sing "Over The Rainbow" and other songs ! (re-release)
Great On The Wide Screen ! (1955 re-release)
We're off to see the Wizard, the wonderful [Wizard of Oz]! (UK release)
Gaiety! Glory! Glamour!
Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer's Technicolor Triumph
Biggest Screen Sensation Since "Snow White"!
The Mighty Miracle Show That Is the Talk of America!
Cowardly Lion: All right, I'll go in there for Dorothy. Wicked Witch or no Wicked Witch, guards or no guards, I'll tear them apart. I may not come out alive, but I'm going in there. There's only one thing I want you fellows to do.::Tin Woodsman, Scarecrow: What's that?::Cowardly Lion: Talk me out of it!
Auntie Em: Now you go feed those hogs before they worry themselves into anemia!
Miss Gulch: [stopping bicycle and getting off] Gale?::Uncle Henry Gale: Well, howdy, Miss Gulch.::Miss Gulch: [comes into the Gales' yard] I want to see you and your wife right away about Dorothy!::Uncle Henry Gale: Dorothy? Well, what has Dorothy done?::Miss Gulch: What she's done? I'm all but lame from the bite on my leg!::Uncle Henry Gale: Oh! You mean she bit you?::Miss Gulch: No, her dog!::Uncle Henry Gale: Oh, she bit her dog, eh? [Uncle Henry tries to shut the gate, but it hits her on the backside]::Miss Gulch: [exasperated] No!
Dorothy: It really was no miracle. What happened was just this...::Dorothy: [singing] The wind began to switch / The house, to pitch / And suddenly the hinges started to unhitch / Just then the Witch / To satisfy an itch / Went flying on her broomstick, thumbing for a hitch!::Munchkin: And, oh, what happened then was rich!::Munchkins: [singing] The house began to pitch / The kitchen took a slich / It landed on the Wicked Witch in the middle of a ditch / Which was not a happy situation for the Wicked Witch!
Dorothy: Now which way do we go?::Scarecrow: Pardon me, this way is a very nice way.::Dorothy: Who said that? [Toto barks at scarecrow] Don't be silly, Toto. Scarecrows don't talk.::Scarecrow: [points other way] It's pleasant down that way, too.::Dorothy: That's funny. Wasn't he pointing the other way?::Scarecrow: [points both ways] Of course, some people do go both ways.
Zeke: [to pigs] Get in there, before I make a dime bank out of you.
Professor Marvel: Better get under cover, Sylvester. There's a storm blowin' up - a whopper, to speak in the vernacular of the peasantry. Poor little kid, I hope she gets home all right.
Cowardly Lion: [noticing the snow that fallen on the poppy field] Unusual weather we're having, ain't it?
Auntie Em Gale: Almira Gulch, just because you own half the county doesn't mean that you have the power to run the rest of us. For twenty-three years, I've been dying to tell you what I thought of you! And now... well, being a Christian woman, I can't say it!
Dorothy: Lions, and tigers, and bears! Oh, my!
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The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows
Stood with a bird on his hat and straw everywhere.
He didn't care.
He stood in a field where barley grows.
His head did no thinking
His arms didn't move except then the wind cut up
Rough and mice ran around on the ground
He stood in a field where barley grows.
The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me
But now he's resigned to his fate
'Cause life's not unkind - he doesn't mind.
Let me tell you what it's all about
If you just listen, well then you will know
It's a story you might work it out
There's no great decision, it's all for show
Sunrise every morning
Each day a new surprise
But when he's all, he's torn and faded
And he can't see through those eyes
Where we go, he can't follow, he's got to stay
Forever face tomorrow, another day
What we got, he can't borrow, can't run away
His nights are filled with sorrow, his days are grey
Now there's nothing to be frightened of
So come a bit closer and just take my hand
He's not an eagle, he's a peaceful dove
When you get older, you'll understand
Sunrise every morning
Each day a new surprise
But when he's all, he's torn and faded
And we just can't believe our eyes
Be yourself, you're the one
vocals by Tobias Sammet, Jorn Lande and Michael Kiske
Tobias Sammet:
I'm just a loser in the game of love
I'm just a stray boy in the shade
And how I wish to know what love is like
To find someone to contemplate
There's a voice and a million answers
To the questions I don't ask
A demon I've got to contain
When I'm walking through the fen
Gonna deep into the black
There are whispers that I can't restrain
Don't give in
Chorus:
Rise to fame time will come
Make your claim time has come
For the crow who fly away
Jorn Lande:
So you're an angel meant to walk down here
And you believe it's all divine
And you don't play by all those temporal rules
Watch the world begin to die
Alright when the lamb's been torn to pieces,
I've been crashing from the sky
Fallen to care for the pray, they put a spoke right in your wheel
I'm the one to dare the weak, to push you all over the pain
You give in oh
Chorus
solo: Sascha Paeth
Tobias Sammet:
I close my eyes and I see what's coming my way
He's got treasure in his eyes that he's gonna turn to clay
Jorn Lande:
Hm, I'm a stranger, I'm a changer and I'm danger...
Maybe
Tobias Sammet:
Fallen angel - waiting for the prey
The devil has come to take a maimed away
Penetration of the twisted mind
The evil is out for the weak and blind
I can feel it in your voice
Ever so sweet, no
Do I really have a choice? No, no, no!
Jorn Lande:
Oh, you burn your feet on unholy ground
You roam the barren wicked plains abound
In evil eyes and evil speak
About it all your evil freaks
When you say it's all divine and meant to be
What about your flesh and blood and defires like me?
Their evil eyes are looking down on you
And those who don't are losing sight of you
Face the rage to chase away
The specter of disgrace and shame
Withered roses dying on the ledge
A withered dreamer standing on the edge
You dream of love but you wake up to pain
You're better off to join in my game
Then she'll better off to cry contrite tears
One day she'll wonder why she had to let you disappear,
Rise to fame your time has come
Time will come to take the sun
Make your claim - you're drawn to the sound
Time has come you're leaving ground
Rise to fame - the flight of the crow
Time will come - cross the line
Your time has come - for the crow to fly away
It's a flight to hell
Can you hear the bell
The devil has come
To take your soul away
A flight to hell - alright
I'm a stranger
I'm a changer
And I'm danger
Fallen angel
As I walked out one summer's morn,
Saw a scarecrow tied to a pole in a field of corn.
His coat was black, and his head was bare,
When the wind shook him the crows took up into the air.
Ah, but you'd lay me down and love me,
Ah, but you'd lay me down and love me if you could.
But you're only a bag of rags in an overall
That the wind sways and the crows fly away and the corn
grows tall.
As I walked out one winter's day,
Saw an old man hanging from a pole in a field of clay.
His coat was gone, and his head hung low,
Till the wind flung it up to look, wrung its neck and
let it go.
How could you lay me down and love me?
How could you lay me down and love me now?
For you're only a bag of bones in an overall
That the wind blows and the kids throw stones at the
thing on the pole.
As I walked out one fine spring day,
Saw twelve jolly dons decked out in the blue and the
gold so gay.
And to a stake they tied a child newborn,
Then the bells were rung and the songs were sung and
they sowed their corn.
Now you can lay me down and love me,
Now you can lay me down and love me if you will.
But you're only a bag of rags in an overall
But the wind blew and the sun shone too and the corn
grew tall.
As I walked out one summer's morn,
Walking down Queenstown Road
I come from busy town to unknown world
When its dark my lonely steps run
like the enthralling evasions of the ingenious mind
At night Battersea Park looks so sensual
When you embrace a tree, will you remember of me?
Like the touch of leaves my hands will be
I will taste you like your bronze ales
like the pastries of the day
I came here to know about love that I had never seen before
I will cover your roads with daisy flowers
and in a night under the moonlit smoke towers
I will teach you how to make love
I will teach you how to make love
I will teach you how to make love
I came here to know about love that I had never seen before
In the shyness of Cringle Street the Goddess is dancing now
Nine Elms Lane brings its desert at her feet
Make silence now on Cringle Street, the Goddess is singing now
On the Thames Battersea is sleeping peacefully
I see the scars on your fairy face
but now the stars will knit a lace
and until Ill be there no one
will ever scorch your bloomy bark
The light will shine again
and brighten your dewy air
The moody times are still too near
but Im the scarecrow and theres nothing to fear
He can see the lies
Deep into your beliefs
He knows your mind
And all the fears within
You can’t avoid the control
Of your guardian scarecrow
You can’t escape, he lies (on you)
From the day of your birth
He lies in wait to celebrate
The failure of your life
He laughs and smiles while
You shed tears and desperately cry
You can feel him next
To you in disgrace
You don’t understand
Why he’s always so close (to you)
You can’t avoid the control
Of your guardian scarecrow
You can’t escape, he lies (on you)
From the day of your birth
He lies in wait to celebrate
The failure of your life
He laughs and smiles while
You shed tears and desperately cry
You’re falling down
And searching for an
Helping hand
You’re screaming loud
To exorcise the fear
To die alone
He’s watching you
With his scary eyes
You lie paralyzed
The life is leaving you
Now you can see his smile
Forged to heal the joy
You can’t avoid the control
Of your guardian scarecrow
You can’t escape, he lies (on you)
From the day of your birth
He lies in wait to celebrate
The failure of your life
He laughs and smiles while