
Last Saturday, I walked into my local cinema, choc top in hand, ready to take the lyrics of 'Defying Gravity' and really hold space with that. And I did! I cried several times and (although it was a little long) had a great time.
Before we get into it, allow me to offer a little context. I've never seen Wicked the musical, but I like musicals! Chicago is one of my favourite Best Picture winners of all time, and I've watched all 96 Best Picture winners, so that's saying something. I had seen the trailers for Wicked and suspected that the rant to come would be my main issue with it, but I wanted to remain optimistic and open-minded. After all, I like the cast, and the early reviews were great! I hoped that my suspicions were unfounded.
But while Cynthia Erivo and Ariana Grande delivered great performances with stellar vocals, my fears were proven correct: this film looks like s**t.
Oz desaturated.
Here's the thing: Wicked is not a gritty war film, so riddle me this: why did they decide to desaturate the colour grading to the point where Oz, the frickin' EMERALD CITY, looks so… blah? Why put all that effort into the incredible costuming and production design to showcase it in such a dull, muted way?
Watch the trailer for Wicked. Article continues below.