BEWARE THE WHEELERS
Ever see the Wizard of Oz? Sure you have, at least in some incarnation: the original musical, the many different cartoons or even the recent Tim Burton flick. But did you ever see the Return to Oz?
The one in which Dorothy gets electro-shock therapy? Where there’s a mad witch who can detach her head? And she keeps a menagerie of unwilling, sentient replacement heads? Or the desert that instantly and fatally turns you into sand if you dare touch it? Or the GOD DAMN WHEELERS?!?
These cackling, screeching, clown-monster horrors on rusty wheels haunted the petrified ruins of Emerald City. They terrorized and chased after Dorothy, who was already super distraught and freaked out over the sad, dark fate of her beloved Oz. And THEN, once they had her cornered, they slowed down and approached her all menacingly-like.
I seriously hated these guys. The sound effects editor was a real genius (or evil monster himself/herself) for helping to make these goons especially eerie. Something about the sound of their wheels and the echo of their Joker-like laughter just… worked!
To be fair, a lot about The Return to Oz was dark and scary, but these guys kind of stood out to me. As a child, I assumed that they were the ones who decapitated the statues of maidens for the Witch Mombi. Great films get the imagination working, eh?