Usually I am not a fan of biographical movie. But there are 4 points that I like:
1. It's about Disney
2. It's about Disney for chrissake
3. Emma Thompson's portrayal of Travers horrifyingly mirrors the image of one of my favorite professors in college, Madame ABH.
4. And last, it reminds us that the only person who know exactly the real background and the message of an art piece is the author himself/herself.
An utterly charming film about Walt Disney's quest to secure the rights to "Mary Poppins" from its prim and difficult author. An ode to the magic of Disney, the film still manages to be an emotionally resonant examination of the cathartic power of art. It's a crowd pleaser of the highest order, a smartly made look at the making of a classic that is nostalgic and genuinely moving without ever being maudlin.
I had unfulfilled expectations for it. In one hand it's a pleasure to see Walt Disney in the 1960s and the conception of Mary Poppins, but then we are constantly interrupted by Travers depressive childhood - and let's face it, there are important moments but you rather fast forward them to the big deal here: how bitchy P. L. Travers is.
It seems particularly disrespectful to Disneyify PL Travers' life story when the movie consists of her objecting to the Disneyfication of her books. Emma Thompson kills it and has great timing, but this movie doesn't really consider why she feels opposed to men taking over her story and controlling her financial future.
Tom Hanks playing Walt Disney is very funny to me. It makes sense he'd get around to it eventually.
Anyways, Colin Farrell's storyline was the only one I really cared about, but all in all, this is mediocre.
An adequate film but somehow feels off: The dramatic material of Travers' childhood isn't perfect and the behind-the-scenes side is pleasant but feels untrue to what really happened (even if its kept to one room). But despite its shortcomings, the performances by Thompson and Hanks (and to a lesser extent Schwartzman and Giamatti) help the film partially succeed.
A rather detestable skewing of history. Travers is caricatured and sullied in order for Walt Disney Co to further canonize its creator. And they have the gall to play her cantankerousness for comedy. The childhood flashback narrative is excruciating: awful, lazy screenwriting (clichéd plotting, totemic mise-en-scène, simplistic psychology), hammy acting, and shitty editing. There's really nothing redeemable here.