Raimi's masterpiece. A spectacle wherein spectacle is what beats the bad guys. Not as deep, but just as loving a tribute to the movies as Hugo, for which Oz acts as a spiritual companion piece. But it's not all fun & games—Raimi plays around with some dark ideas, as the best fairy tales often do. And this is as serious an indictment of narcissism and womanizing I've seen in a blockbuster.