For many childhoods of my generation, there are a few cinematic wonders that still captivate and delight us. For me, Disney’s Robin Hood, The King and I, The Dambusters and Mary Poppins. They are a legacy which, never in my youthful or adult mind, could I imagine not passing along the little childish magic that still lurks beneath our grown-up exterior.

It’s with a heavy heart that I see that the once treasured film is to be placed in the hands of a literal and cinematic heathen to do with what he pleases. Using the age old tradition of a dramtic flashforward, the Banks family are portray in the depression-era that ran through London, a now-grown Jane and Michael Banks, along with Michael's three children are visited by the enigmatic Mary Poppins and her magic proceeds to guide the family through the troubling and unknown challenges that they are faced with.

The road to long Poppins has been long, the author, P.L. Travers was fiercly opposed to any film adaptations or manipulations of her Mary Poppins books, but, P.L. Travers finally succumbed to the entreaties of Walt Disney, and the result is often w the finest of ced supervised films, first released in December 1964.

The Travers stories are bundled together to tell the story of the Edwardian-era British Banks family: the banker father, suffragette mother, and the two impossible children.

Mary Poppins still causes goose bumps as she arrives miraculously at the Banks home by parachuting downward with her umbrella. She immediately endears herself to the children. The next day they meet Mary's old chum Bert (Dick Van Dyke), currently employed as a sidewalk artist. The adventures and situations that ensue not only sparked the imaginations of children world wide, but, also exposed a explored someone deeper social commentary with the Edwardian family dynamics and the suffrage movement that swept London on dark, soot covered days.

Whether your favourite moment be on carousels, pearly kings and queens, votes for women, Mary, Bert, and the children hopping into one of Bert's chalk drawings, the nonsense song Supercalifragilisticexpialidociou, kite flying or, my most loved of scenes with Uncle Albert holding a tea party were he laughs because he is flying and flies because he is laughing.

For a lover of low tech, paperback books and cantankerous, I will simply say, Go fly a Kite

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