I wrote a review of "Mary Poppins" the other day for no apparent reason other than that I had been reading something about "Saving Mr. Banks" - the publicity from which we learned the astounding the fact that Tom Hanks actually is related to Walt Disney, go figure - and, as you probably know if you're as obsessed with Disney as I am, one of the main characters is a suffragette.
Whew. that was some sentence. I'm all out of breath.
Side note: never say a bad word about "Mary Poppins" in my presence. That's one of those "don't go there" lines you shall not cross. Thank you very much. Indubitably.
Anyway, "Saving Mr. Banks" is all about how the nice lady behind "Mary Poppins" actually wasn't very nice at all. Some will say that she in fact was very nice, but that Walt was a mean to her. Given the fact that he paid her almost a million dollars in the early Sixties, just exactly how mean could he have been to her? She was still disowning the movie - the highest grossing film of 1965, with 13 Academy Award nominations and the pinnacle of the careers of every single person involve (well, except perhaps for Hermione Baddeley, she did a lot of fine work elsewhere) right up until the day she died. So I have my doubts about how much of a joy she in fact was to work with.
Circling back around to my point, suffragettes have been on my mind. I spotted the above "classic" ad somewhere or other, and it amused me. The idea of being under "petticoat rule" is just too delightful for words. Will they take away our beer, chips and man caves? Oh, my! Let's go fly a kite instead!
But, let me just say right up front, so that there is not a scintilla of misunderstanding about why I posted that picture above: I am all for spot removers.
|"No romance!" she commanded|