This is a car crash of a film: an elaborately staged, super-hoofer knees up of a thing that makes no sense at all and ends in a rather abrupt fashion. However, what makes it worth consuming is Lena Horne’s demented performance of “Believe in Yourself” which is belted out at Gas mark 10 on the emote-ometer over a night sky backdrop of little babies suspended in mid air as stars. Ms Horne is dressed up as the Good Witch Glinda and is frankly, scary. The whole thing is a Social Services raid waiting to happen.

The Wiz is an all-Black remake of the Wizard of Oz and it’s as late 70s early 80s as they come. Think of the Wizard of Oz we all know and love; now transplant that story to inner city New York and instead of the plains of Kansas substitute multi-storey car parks and concrete playgrounds. The munchkins are wise cracking, body popping graffitti glyphs brought to life, Micheal Jackson is the scarecrow and the poppy field becomes a street filled with coke sniffing disco street ladies wobbling around in hot pants and high heels. Oh, and a rather ill looking Diana Ross is Dorothy. Clunkliy directed, oddly lit and so full of song and dance set pieces that the actual plot gets shoe-horned into whatever brief time is left over, this is a film that makes an impression for all the wrong reasons…