The Wicked Witch of the West, and I will die on this broomstick. Consider the facts. A house falls out of the sky and kills her sister. Before the body is cold, a stranger takes the shoes right off the corpse. When the witch asks for the family property back, everyone acts like she’s the problem.

Dorothy is treated as an innocent, but if my sibling got flattened and a tourist looted the remains, I would also make some dramatic entrances. Her one demand the entire movie is the return of stolen goods. She doesn’t want Oz, she doesn’t want power, she wants the shoes.

Meanwhile the actual con artist running the place sends a child to assassinate her, and he gets a balloon ride home. The lesson, apparently, is that grief plus green skin equals villain. Give the witch her shoes. She earned them the worst possible way.