This so-called story about the creation of the movie MARY POPPINS must have been buried in the archives of the Disney Company for 55 years. It was unearthed, and made into a movie. They should have let it lie in peace. It turned out to be a zombie. Better we saw the rerun of the original MARY POPPINS.
It glorifies the personality of Walt Disney (played by Tom Hanks) who acted as if his jockey shorts were too tight.
The movie also unfortunately introduces the author of the book, a tight-arsed miserable women by the name of P. L. Travers who did not originally give full rights to the creation of the movie to the Disney company. She continually nitpicked the wonderful work done by the created team assembled by Disney for the film. Meeting with this disturbed person was not a pleasant experience.
The film, by the use of many, many flashbacks to the early life of P.L. Travers. . . who grew up is Australia with an alcoholic father and a mother who had some sort of mental breakdown, ties the Mary Poppins story to that early childhood experience but totally fails to explain why the trauma of her early life turned her into a miserable compulsive person who (I assume) wasted her life on being an angry creep. Word has it that she was worse than depicted in the film. A lot of pop-psychology is implied.
A good female friend told me that this was a "chick-flix". It turned out that Sandy felt as I did about the movie, as well as a couple we met after the showing.
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