From the opening overture, Mary Poppins Returns (Disney, 2018) was obviously written for the stage, where it will shine as brightly as it does on the big screen. This movie is the most wondrous thing Disney may have ever done. Delightful. The music is heartfelt and touching, the dancing welcomingly appropriate.
The one thing I had happily forgotten from the original was the live-action animated sequence, but Poppins returns to the technique with flair and style and I hardly noticed myself slip into a moderate dread, which subsided, for the most part.
Yes, of course there is a lost parent. It is Disney, after all, but the effort to remain positive is apparent, and the children’s trio sung to their grief-stricken father is most touching, as are most of the songs. Except for the one by Meryl Streep, in whose eyes I can now see only Hillary Clinton. So sad.
Lamplighters, however, sing and dance just as well as chimney sweeps, even better; no disrespect intended toward any particular sweeps by the name Van Dyke, who will forever remain as lucky as lucky can be in our hearts. #KickingMyHeels
Emily Blunt as Mary Poppins is London’s Lady Liberty, umbrella of whimsy held high for all to see and follow. I never doubt her in the role. Mary Poppins reminds us what is real and important, lighting the way through today’s seriousness fog. Just go see it. Jiggety-Jog!
Paul Guernsey Player, © 2018/12/31