I’ve often been questioned why my favorite movie is Mary Poppins. People have bizarrely given reasons why it’s not as fantastic as I believe it to be.
For starters, it’s a childrens movie (or is it?)
It’s old (how is that even a reason to disqualify a film?)
The storyline is too simplistic and predictable (no.)
They mix barnyard animal cartoons and real life people in that one scene (I kinda get that one…)
In the end, I believe the profound bits of PL Travers unique tale wait for those who seek it out. Read any of her books, (or her biography) and you’ll find there’s much more than meets the eye.
Every time I see the following scene, it’s like a gut punch. As easily as Mr. Banks might be criticized for having his priorities out of line, if you’ve seen the film, we might all agree there are moments we are a bit too much like him.
There’s no time for that.
Childhood, like sand, is slipping.