Last weekend most of our kids accompanied me to the theater to see the 3D version of the prequel to the legendary Wizard of Oz. It was lovely, and was gently told in the old style, and I’d say worth the trip, but I do have a point of contention. The implied immorality was not criticized enough. His indiscretions were cast in a more appealingly roguish light rather than something to be appalled at. The girls with whom he did not commit were not portrayed as worthy of him anyway. Only the worthy girl could motivate him to be good, as she was the one who saw the most goodness in him, latent though it mostly was. She should feel so proud. If she were not a witch, she would find that it eventually becomes too exhausting to be responsible for another person’s goodness.