Well, I found the film easily one of the worst movie-going experiences I had this year, because it stacks the deck so firmly on Disney’s side, and so many sequences have phoney-baloney written all over them that it was hard to take seriously as drama or history.
Also, from a simple story-telling vantage point, it does an atrocious job of handling the endless flashbacks–as if they paid for Colin Farrell and felt they needed to get their money’s worth. One after another after another–rarely illuminating but increasingly oppressive, it slows the movie down interminably.
I felt bad for Travers and felt that Disney’s sense of entitlement about her property was nothing less than artistic bullying–and I like the end product (the 1964 movie) and have no particular allegiance to the books. But they make her so rude, abrasive and distasteful that it’s off-putting. Was she actually like this? Perhaps. But then who cares? I agree with obfusciatrist that the psychological backstory is not only incredibly reductive, but it takes forever for them to introduce the “real life” Poppins to the story–which means lots and lots of scenes of Farrell getting drunk ad nauseum.
The Sherman Bros. were known to have a prickly collaborative process but we never see that. Ditto Disney’s reputation as a taskmaster. Everything in the Magic Kingdom is sunshine and roses, so the whole thing reeks of Mouse House propaganda. And while the collective frustration with Travers is understandable as depicted (including the playing of some genuine archival tapes), it also plays as so one-sided that you can’t help but feel incredulous at everything that happens afterwards–most notably the critical, and highly questionable, turning points in her character.
A shame really because the conversation Disney has with Travers toward the end is skillful & effective (Hanks’s best moment) emotionally, even if it rings 100% false as history.
Is the film well-acted? Sure, particularly Emma Thompson. Anyone with a fondness for the original film will find little snippets of production details to enjoy (particularly, to these ears, the performance of “Feed the Birds”, one of the greatest movie songs ever). But I found the whole enterprise distasteful because it pummels a character acting on principle as being feckless, selfish, and obtuse because somehow her property is “owed” to the world and it’s up to Uncle Walt to heal her (and, by extension, close the deal).
In a word: Blech.