Russovoir doesn't necessarily write reviews for near-perfection films; he feels, more like he's afraid, he will say more than what's due; or say less; or both. You can't underestimate the clarity of his enthusiastic accolades. Yet he's here, clenching and unclenching his fingers, glowering at the screen, wishing the right, persuasive words come out and why Saving Mr. Banks is nothing short of a Christmas movie. The best of his ability the following paragraphs below.
Saving Mr. Banks is essentially an informative film. It talks about the 'hidden mickey' of the Academy Award winning film Mary Poppins (1964) that 63-year old, round-bellied, as if he'd had eaten happiness itself, Walt Disney (Tom Hanks) patiently invoked. He claims its production is a promise fulfilled to his daughters who read the doting novel by the misoneist then P.L. Travers (Emma Thompson).
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| "Your daughter can do whatever she'd like to do." |
It was distressing how our childhood, among what hasn't already been ruined in most Disney films of our time, and while this particular came out decades back to even coincide and consider in our period of childhood and what films were released since then; having said that, how this childhood icon, Mary Poppins, with whom we had long admired (to some, known to be long admired) for her reassuring warmth, effervescence, and contagious merriment, had a dark, poignant source of inspiration. Where in between scenes, the brilliantly sequenced scenes, there is a small fight within whether to side with Disney's seeming righteous cause or to Travers' reasonable disdain to a movie adaptation intrusive; and when that was settled, a movie adaptation adulterated from the rightful projection of the author herself.
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| "Change how you see the past." |
This is a Christmas movie because it teaches forgiveness. It teaches that no one should be burdened, trapped, and/or stuck in the past. And if someone is willing and goes great lengths to help at least see, look back at it differently, allow it; embrace it. How many people in this world can change, better yet fund something tragic and traumatic to something magic and nostalgic? The happiest place on Earth, besides Disneyland, although Russovoir thinks it's not generally so, is that, instead, spot in oneself, hollow and disabling before, now is a change of direction, specifically an arch, from left to right for Traver's sake; what's left of her to make it right in one stroke (a blockbuster in this case); a little green blonde-haired fairy sprinkling pixie dust trailing from her tiny form to thank for. Tinkerbell. Pixie dust that only works if one thinks of happy thoughts, further justifying what Disney had had done to the funereal novelist, what do you know, it's the finishing touch to the Walt Disney logo.
