That said, I didn't make it through the Fairuza Balk starring Return to Oz, nor a recent SyFy Channel attempt at an update.
And while I don't talk about it much, I more or less grew up going to the theater all the time, going to see musicals, drama, comedy, what-have-you, in venues from college campuses to community playhouses to the bigger venues in Houston (no, we didn't fly to New York to see shows). In addition, I did a bit of my own "acting" back in high school, but wasn't actually any good. In general, though, all that left me with a soft spot for live performance.
Here's the deal: going to see plays is @#$%ing expensive. I tip my hat to my folks, because I only understood in the abstract what a big deal it was to include their stupid kid in outings to what had to have been pretty pricey shows. Most of which I very much enjoyed, but, still. Now that I'm paying for it, I better see a flying monkey or two for my dollar, and I'm not going to wind up going all that often.
I was a bit torn about going to see Wicked as I'm never really sure what I'm getting with a touring Broadway Show in the era where Lion King is a big draw (I am the one person in America who was sort of non-plussed with the magic of Julie Taymor's puppets when I saw the show in Arizona) and Spider-Man with a soundtrack by U2 seemed like a good way to fill seats. Basically, I sort of think of musicals as a showy stage production more than I think of them as a particularly powerful way to communicate a narrative. There's a hell of a lot of difference between a revival of The Music Man and By the Skin of Our Teeth. But it can work.