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Saving Mr Banks Review . May contain spoilerz
Saving Mr. Banks
Disney’s new feature film ‘Saving Mr. Banks’, directed by John Lee Hancock and starring Emma Thompson and Tom Hanks tells the story of how Walt Disney managed to persuade the author of Mary Poppins, P.L. Travers, to part with the film rights to the story. The cast is peppered with former Oscar winners and nominees, Emma Thompson pulls out the strongest performance of the cast as Travers, while Colin Farrell juggles Castleknock, East London and Australian accents not so impressively (he was only contracted for the Australian accent) and compromises believability. The movie, set in 1961, starts with Travers reluctantly travelling from her home in London to Disney Studios in Los Angeles to adapt her book with a team of musicians and songwriters. This is the movie’s strength – Bradley Whitford, BJ Novak and especially Jason Schwartzman work extremely well as the team that have to contend with Travers’ pedantic quest for perfection and never-ending complaints. When Travers insists Mr Banks does not have facial hair, BJ Novak’s character asks does it matter and is then given a lecture by Travers who orders him to stand in the hall.
The group regularly go to Walt Disney himself for advice and help dealing with Travers. Tom Hanks give an impressive portrayal of Disney, one that is obviously sanctioned by the production company, but nevertheless. He is able to convey the guile and charm but also subtly depicts Disney’s boundaries, such as when he grits his teeth and backs off when Travers insults his company as ‘silly cartoons’.
It is up to good ol’ Walt to break Travers, to find out why she is so reluctant and adversarial. And this is one of the major problems of this movie. According to the movie, Travers wrote Mary Poppins as a way of coming to terms with her traumatic childhood. Adapting the film conjures up much of this trauma again but all of this seems to bypass Travers and it is up to Walt to ensure she becomes aware of the influence of her past. This is incredibly hard to believe much less stomach. Disney’s account of his own Dickensian childhood is almost too much to bear.
Travers own back story, her traumatic childhood in rural Australia, is intertwined throughout the film. Most of the time it works well, Annie Rose Buckley who portrays the young Travers in Australia is absolutely brilliant and outside Thompson may be the movie’s strongest acting talent. But as the film crescendos with intensity, these flashbacks are reduced to clips of the traumatised young Travers. The result I am sure is intended to be an emotional catharsis, but comes off as a poor attempt at manipulating heartstrings. These flashes are not necessary. The script was strong enough, the acting excellent the audience didn’t need reminding that this was the cause. Were audiences ever so dumb to fall for such schlock?
Beyond the penultimate scene of the film, the writing is quite good, with the best dialogue saved for the scenes between Travers and the musicians. The acting, beyond earlier criticisms, is good. Another subtle and lovely performance is provided by Paul Giamatti as Travers’ LA chauffeur. The production of the film is excellent, cinematography quite staggering at times. The biggest problem with Saving Mr Banks is that it devalues the audience by instructing the emotion. I liked this film, because I like stories behind the scenes at the movies, and I particularly have a fondness for Disney. Parts of the movie were very fun and engaging to watch, but ultimately I’d prefer to watch Mary Poppins.
The human body is fascinating
I keep telling people this shit in real life and they don’t believe me.
I’ve seen it from multiple sources, and this just adds another (albeit usually unreliable) source.
This is actually legit, guys. This is how your eyes move when you’re thinking about something. It’s actually a good way to tell if someone is lying or not, because they’ll look to their left (your right, durr) when they’re constructing false memories, and to their right when they’re actually remembering them.
HOLY CRAP. SAVING THIS FOR FUTURE REF.