During the past two years of her life Mom faded out in a fog of dementia exacerbated by a series of mini-strokes which robbed her of her memory, much of her personality and her ability to live life in any kind of vital way. My mother was the personification of vitality, so to have had that taken away was a cruel punishment.
Unfortunately, it seems the latest return to Oz sounds it keeping with our culture's taste for the amplification and perversion of nearly everything. Regrettably, even The Wizard of Oz isn't immune from our culture's apparent erosion of innocence. It should be remembered, though, that in 1939, MGM's version of Oz was technically a remake.