After two hours (two and a half with previews) I came out of the theater more worried about where I was going to have lunch than luxuriating in my experience with this movie. When I caught myself thinking like that, I had to wonder why. There has to be some comparison to the 1939 movie and Oz does sort of make some of those bridges in the story. But I mostly come away with just the color and set images than a feeling of being immersed in someone's story. James Franco's Oz is fairly superficial--I feel he just came to the set as if to get some free food and maybe be in a movie. I didn't feel he engaged me like he did when he first hit the scene in James Dean, where you actually thought he was creating an actual person. The witches were pretty good and line deliveries were excellent; but my impression was that they were so unused to being in a fantasy movie that they were internally thinking "what am I doing here". In the 1939 movie Dorothy Gale was the heart and soul, the avatar of wonder, and the embodiment of growth and maturity. I didn't get that feeling from any of these characters. James Franco was a frat boy, the 3 most powerful women around are completely helpless unless a scam artist without any powers can stop a "witches world war". The only saving grace was Joey King as a handicapped girl and the China Girl. She was a true find.
I saw it in 3D, which was fun; but, again, I just came away with the imagery--like going to the museum to see a painting with one-dimensional people.