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Saturday, December 26, 2020

THE LITTLE MATCHGIRL

 
Official video for The Little Matchgirl (© Michael Custance/HTV/Picture Base International – reproduced here on a strictly non-commercial Fair Use basis for reproduction purposes only)

Exactly a year ago today, on Boxing Day 2019, I had just finished watching a chance discovery on YouTube that was both festive and thoroughly charming, yet, tragically, is all but forgotten nowadays. Indeed, although I'd heard of it. I never expected to ever see it.

I refer to The Little Matchgirl (aka The Little Match Girl), directed by Michael Custance, the 1986 TV film version of Jeremy Paul and Leslie Stewart's 1975 stage musical Scraps, which resets Hans Christian Andersen's famous fairy tale in a Dickensian Christmas where the action and songs all take place in and around a London square. Yet despite starring such luminaries as Sir Michael Hordern (who introduces the movie) and Stratford Johns (as the Rich Man), The Who's lead singer/actor Roger Daltrey (Jebb Macklin, the little matchgirl's widowed father), model-turned-actress Twiggy (singer Josie Roberts), and veteran British comedian Jimmy Jewel (the Rich Man's butler), as well as introducing Natalie Morse in the title role, if known at all today it is due entirely to one particular song featured in it.

For when this song was brought to the attention of a certain Cliff Richard in 1988, it was instantly recorded by him (albeit with somewhat altered, more religious lyrics), and became not only the UK's Christmas #1 single for that year but also the bestselling single in the UK for that entire year. The song? 'Mistletoe and Wine'.

As for the movie, this is both moving and entertaining, and special mention must go to Russell Lee Nash, who plays the little matchgirl's slightly older friend Arthur with delightful Cockney charm. Equally, plaudits are due to Roger Daltrey, who plays her father, once quite the dandy but now, as described in the title of a song sung by him in the movie, reduced to a ragged man, near-penniless and an alcoholic, on account of his continued grief at the death of his wife, the matchgirl's mother.

Anyone who has read the original fairy story knows what a poignant tale 'The Little Matchgirl' is, and that it does not end happily (although a brief upbeat finale has been tagged onto it here in this movie musical), and the film retains this semi-tragic quality throughout. However, it is interspersed with several joyful and magical musical segments, and deserves very much to be revived on television, to become as much a festive favourite as The Snowman and The Wizard of Oz.

I am very happy indeed to have discovered The Little Matchgirl, a veritable gem of a film musical that was even nominated for an International Emmy in 1987, and so will you be if you watch it. So here is a clickable link to the entire movie as currently viewable for free on YouTube. I have since succeeded in purchasing it on DVD – it was earlier released on video too, as seen in this review's opening picture – so that even if it suddenly vanishes from YouTube, I shall still be able to rewatch it whenever I choose.) Finally: beginning at 43 min 53 sec into the movie is the original version of 'Mistletoe and Wine', featuring this song's nowadays rarely-heard, rather more secular lyrics than those in Cliff's modified version.

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Friday, December 25, 2020

SANTA CLAUS CONQUERS THE MARTIANS

 
Publicity poster for Santa Claus Conquers The Martians (© Nicholas Webster/Jalor Productions/Embassy Pictures – reproduced here on a strictly non-commercial Fair Use basis for educational/review purposes only)

In the early hours of Christmas Day in the morning this year, I didn't see three ships come sailing in, nor, sadly, a visit from St Nicholas. Instead, what I did see was a classic Christmas movie – but which one? If we pretend just for a moment that you haven't read the title of this present review and therefore don't already know the answer to that question(!), could it have been It's A Wonderful Life, or the original (and best) version of Miracle on 34th Street, or the chilling version of A Christmas Carol (aka Scrooge) featuring a superlative Alistair Sim as miser Ebeneezer Scrooge, or its hilarious updated version Scrooged starring Bill Murray, or any of the numerous Grinch outings? Of course not. Much as I love all of those movies, for me there could only be one festival film to choose for reviewing here on Shuker In MovieLand – yes indeed, Santa Claus Conquers The Martians!

It is a well known fact that this movie regularly appears on lists of the worst films ever made, but until now  I had only ever watched it once (and never in colour), which was so very long ago (upward of 50 years, and on a b/w TV) that I could remember nothing whatsoever about it. So what better time to pay Santa Claus Conquers The Martians a very belated revisit and discover whether or not it truly deserves its infamous reputation than today? And does it? No, not at all.

Directed by Nicholas Webster and originally released in 1964, Santa Claus Conquers The Martians is a delightfully oddball movie aimed fair and square at young children but with a few subtle inclusions to appeal to parents watching it with them. It tells the droll tale of how the children on Mars are becoming ever more listless lately, interested only in watching TV programmes screened on Earth but received on Mars that show Earth children playing happily with their toys and anticipating with great joy the impending arrival of Santa Claus to bring them even more in just a few days' time when Christmas Day comes around again.

The reason for the Martian childrens' interest, and envy, is that they are not allowed toys or even to play – from the moment that they are born, they are plugged into machines that tutor them in every academic subject until by the time that they can walk, they are fully adult. In short, they skip the childhood phase undergone by earth children completely, but Earth programmes, especially Christmas ones, are showing them what they are missing, thus making them sad and depressed.

In a bid to overcome this listlessness, which is even affecting his own two children, Bomar and Girmar (their names derived from 'Boy Martian' and 'Girl Martian', the latter of whom is played by a very young Pia Zadora), the kindly but concerned Martian leader Kimar ('King Martian', played by Leonard Hicks) visits Chochem (Carl Don), an ancient Martian sage, for advice. In response, Chochem states that their planet's children need to be allowed individual thought and the freedom to play, to enjoy themselves. Consequently, Kimar proposes a very radical solution. Namely, to visit Earth clandestinely and abduct Santa Claus (John Call), bringing him back to Mars where he will be retained permanently in order to make toys for the Martian children, in the hope of restoring them back to their former contented state of mind. However, one of Kimar's councilors, the villainous Voldar, is vehemently against the plan, because he considers Earth children weak and foolish, and Santa too, and does not want Martian children to become the same by being allowed to think for themselves and enjoy themselves,

Nevertheless, Kimar's plan is put into practice, but when he, Voldar, and the other Martians from their visiting spacecraft are accidentally encountered on Earth by two children, Billy and Betty, Voldar declares that they will have to abduct them too, in order to prevent them from informing the authorities about the Martians. And so, after travelling to the North Pole and seizing the jolly but somewhat bemused Santa in his workshop, the Martians with their three earthling captives return to Mars and put Kimar's scheme into operation, creating a special workshop for Santa containing a toy-manufacturing machine that he can operate to mass-produce toys for children all over Mars as quickly as possible.

A disgruntled Voldar and his two henchmen Stobo and Shim promptly abduct Santa – or so they think – with the threat to kill him if he and the two children are not sent back to Earth at once and Kimar's plan for showing the Martian children how to have fun and to play is not abandoned forthwith. In reality, however, they have not abducted the real Santa, but instead a somewhat simple but sweet-natured Martian assistant to Kimar named Dropo, who has become a massive Santa fan after meeting him, and was wearing Santa's spare costume and a fake beard at the time of his abduction by Voldar and his two cohorts.

Thanks to an enterprising Billy, aided by Betty and the real Santa, however, Voldar et al. are duly defeated, and Kimar swiftly arrests them. Moreover, when Santa points out that Mars now has its very own Santa in the able form of Dropo, who can provide plenty of good cheer and, with the aid of the toy-making machine, plenty of toys too for the children of Mars, Kimar agrees to send Santa, Billy, and Betty back to Earth, a decision greeted with much rejoicing by everyone.

Overall, Santa Claus Conquers The Martians plays out very much along the lines of Babes In Toyland meets Lost In Space (the cult US TV show originally screened during 1965-1968), particularly in terms of its hilariously basic special effects, kitsch 60s décor, green-skinned Martians spangled with hefty smatterings of Christmas-card glitter, and space-age technology concocted from what look suspiciously like spray-painted cardboard boxes, toilet rolls covered in metallic wrapping paper, and an array of coloured electric light bulbs. Yet these epitomise the basement-level production values that so endeared Lost In Space to viewers, so why was (and still is) Santa Claus Conquers The Martians so denigrated for them, especially as it actually preceded Lost In Space (meaning that one might have expected improved values in the latter later show)? The whiff of critical hypocrisy hangs very much in the air here, it would seem.

Similarly, critics have denounced its storyline as trite, while choosing to ignore the blatantly obvious fact that this is a children's movie, pure and simple, filled with silly jokes, traditional slapstick and pratfalls, a brace of winsome but enterprising kids, and the absolute living, breathing, ho-ho-ho-ing embodiment of Santa Claus himself in John Call's archetypal portrayal of kindly old Saint Nick. Having said that, there are a few whimsical little nods here and there to real, topical aspects that would go straight over the heads of most children but adults would smile at, as I did when spotting them. One such example is the rocket scientist at Cape Kennedy alerted to the approaching Martian ship having the name Werhner von Green – a playful play on the name of a real, famous pioneering scientist in this field, one Wernher von Braun (Braun also being German for the colour brown).

In addition, I loved the fact that after Billy, Betty, and Santa escape through a very narrow chimney-like ventilation tube from an airlock into which Voldar had imprisoned them on the ship (planning to secretly jettison them into outer space), and are asked by a perplexed Kimar how Santa could have possibly got through such a narrow tube, Santa simply laughs and replies that he has plenty of experience in such matters!

Despite being perennially maligned and mistreated by film critics, Santa Claus Conquers The Martians actually performed well at the box office, especially as it was re-released many times at Christmas down through the years. Moreover, it has latterly become something of a cult classic in moviedom. However, in my opinion it is greatly deserving of nothing less than full rehabilitation as that rarest of cinematic confections available nowadays – a delightful and thoroughly wholesome, family-friendly, corny-but-cute movie that parents can allow young children to watch and enjoy safe in the knowledge that there is nothing in it to frighten or subvert them, but plenty to entertain them and fill them with the innocent joy that Christmas used to be all about, back in those long-gone pre-CGI days of simple festive yore.

Quite frankly, if I were in charge of the Christmas TV schedules, the Snowman would go walking in the air somewhere else, Sister Maria would liven up the hills with the sound of music far far away (wait, isn't that where Shrek lives??), and instead of giving out a heart, a brain, and some courage the Wizard of Oz would give us all a break by making way for an annual small-screen appearance of Santa Claus Conquers The Martians!

Due to all manner of complex legal issues that I don't even pretend to understand, despite being released as relatively recently as the 1960s Santa Claus Conquers The Martians is already in the public domain. I bought an official DVD of it because I specifically wanted it in my collection of movie DVDs and videos, but the entire film can also be watched legally for free on YouTube, by clicking here. And if you want to sing along to its infectiously catchy theme song, 'Hooray For Santa Claus' (as performed by Milton De Lugg & The Little Eskimos, released as a single in the States and now very collectable), be sure to click here. Altogether now: "S-A-N-T-A C-L-A-U-S, Hooray For Santy Claus!"

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Thursday, December 24, 2020

POWDER

 
Publicity poster for Powder (© Hollywood Pictures/Caravan Pictures/Roger Birnbaum Productions/Daniel Grodnick Productions/Buena Vista Pictures – reproduced here on a strictly non-commercial Fair Use basis for educational/review purposes only)

Having watched an inordinate number and variety of movies at home this year due in no small way to the frequent Covid-enforced lockdowns and attendant ongoing social restrictions, I suppose that I'm possibly at risk of becoming somewhat blasé to films that under normal circumstances might have moved me more than they have done. But not last night, when I watched on DVD a film that didn't so much move me as spin me around in a veritable vortex of emotion, bowling me over with the raw power of the thunder and rending me asunder with the electrifying energy of the lightning that form such an integral part of this truly awesome movie. Its title? Powder.

SPOILER ALERT – I need and very much want to tell the story of this amazing film, so read no further if you don't want to know its plot.

Released in 1995, Powder tells the inspirational, often heartbreakingly sad, but truly extraordinary story of a truly extraordinary person. Played with immense poignancy and control by Sean Patrick Flanery, his name is Jeremy Reed, but his nickname is Powder, which, although never explained, presumably refers to his pure white skin, as pale as talcum powder. For Powder is an albino, with photo-sensitive pink eyes that he shields from the sun's pain-inducing rays behind dark sunglasses. Moreover, for reasons that subsequently become clear, he is also entirely, naturally hairless.

Powder's mother was in late pregnancy with him when she was struck by lightning during a thunderstorm. Paramedics rushed her to hospital, but tragically they were unable to save her. However, Powder was delivered alive and was in an incubator when his grief-stricken father was told the shattering news of his wife's passing. When he asked to see their baby and discovered that Powder was an albino, he disowned him. Happily, Powder's grandparents accepted him and reared him on their large but fairly isolated farm, where he grew strong, carrying out all of the chores too arduous for them. On account of his appearance, they did not send Powder to school but his grandmother home-schooled him with the many books that they kept stored in the farmhouse's cool, roomy basement, and where Powder would spend a lot of time reading them, especially when it was too hot and bright outside for his pallid skin and sensitive eyes to endure.

Eventually, Powder's grandmother died, and some time afterwards his grandfather fell over and also died, at which time Powder was in his late teens/early 20s. Very distraught, Powder phoned the police, who send out two officers to the farm (marking the beginning of the movie's principal portion), where they are shocked at Powder's appearance and strange, almost unearthly demeanour. However, one of the officers, Sheriff Doug Barnum (Lance Henriksen), sees the shy, frightened, traumatized youth behind his singular countenance, and treats him compassionately, as does the accompanying child psychologist Jessie Caldwell (Mary Steenbergen), but the other, much more brutal officer, Deputy Sheriff Harley Duncan (Brandon Smith), is visibly and verbally revulsed.

As a ward of court now, Powder is taken to a state home for dispossessed youths by Jessie, but she is able to obtain blue contact lenses for him to protect his eyes, which his grandparents had been unable to afford. She also allows him to attend a mainstream school when she discovers that he is exceptionally bright and possesses a photographic memory, having not only memorized but also thoroughly understood every page in every single book in the basement back home on his grandparents' farm. Moreover, it is now that we begin to see a very different gift also exhibited by Powder – the ability to manipulate energy, especially electrical energy, seemingly a direct outcome of having been exposed while in his mother's womb to the bolt of lightning that killed her. He can move objects by telekinesis, much to the consternation of the bullies at the state home when they tried to torment him following his arrival there.

Moreover, electricity seems irresistibly drawn to him. For instance, when a piece of demonstration equipment – a Jacob's Ladder – in his physics class at school generates a series of high-voltage, travelling electrical arcs, suddenly the electricity surges out of the equipment and fires directly into Powder's chest, raising him horizontally off the ground before physics teacher Donald Ripley (Jeff Goldblum) is able to shut it off.

Powder is rushed to hospital, but is found to be entirely unharmed, even though there is a singed hole in his shirt where the bolt of electricity struck his chest. Donald is fascinated and in awe of Powder's capabilities. He also realizes why Powder is hairless – the electricity coursing throughout every cell of his body is acting as a natural form of electrolysis. Furthermore, when a series of intelligence tests are run on him, they reveal that Powder has the highest IQ ever recorded – completely off the scale, in fact.

Inevitably, however, the youths at the state home are not impressed by this, leading to ever more bullying, which culminates in Powder's chief tormentor, John Box (Bradford Tatum), threatening him with a gun during a deer hunt. But when a deer is fatally shot there by Deputy Sheriff Duncan, Powder's normally passive, gentle nature evaporates, and he seizes Duncan's wrist at the same time as placing his own hand on the neck of the dying deer. In so doing, Powder conducts like an electrical current the pain, shock, and terror of impending death suffered by the deer directly into Duncan, who promptly collapses in a seizure, before subsequently coming round. As a result, Duncan, previously a passionate, enthusiastic hunter, gives up hunting entirely and gets rid of all of his guns, because he is unable to forget what a shot animal experiences, but he is also unable to forgive Powder for destroying his former pleasure.

By now, unloved, unwanted, misunderstood, a total outcast simply because he is different, Powder is desperate to return home to the farm, the only sanctuary that he has ever known, and where he could once again spend his days away from prying eyes and scurrilous tongues. However, he is prevented from doing so by legal probate issues, thus making him ever more agitated and, as a result, his energy-manipulating talents ever more unstable.

Meanwhile, Sheriff Doug Barnum is equally traumatized – his wife lies close to death, barely conscious and in agonizing pain from cancer, but for some mystifying reason seems determined to hold onto life, as if there is something that she wants to see done, to be achieved still. Desperate to unravel the mystery so that her cryptic wishes can be fulfilled, thereby enabling her to pass on and be free of her pain, and mindful of claims that Powder can read minds by telepathy, Doug asks him to come to his home and see if there is anything that he can do.

Powder sits beside her and gently places his hand on her brow. After a few moments, he tells Doug that his wife wishes him to make up with their son, Steven, from whom Doug has been estranged for a long time. She would also like him to place her wedding ring on her finger – it had been lost for a long time but had recently been found by Steven who had returned it in a small silver jewel box, which was now on a dressing table in the bedroom. So Doug tenderly places the ring on his wife's finger, promises that he and Steven will make up, and tells her how much he loves her, after which she smiles and passes on, her wishes all fulfilled, her pain all gone. At this point, I paused the film for a while – too many similar memories and emotions from my mother's passing.

Another, even more savage encounter with the bullies at the state home takes place a little later, but this time during a thunderstorm, in which Powder's fear and unleashed rage results in the storm's lightning discharging through him and seemingly killing Box before Powder retakes control of his powers, harnessing them to successfully restart Box's heart. As a result, one of the bullies helps Powder to escape back to his farm, only for him to discover to his despair that everything in it has been removed, even his beloved books in the basement. He sits there disconsolately as Jessie, Donald, Doug, and Deputy Sheriff Duncan all arrive, having discovered him missing at the home and either guessing or learning where he has gone.

Jessie, Doug, and Donald coax Powder to come out of the house, with Jessie and Donald promising that they will take him where no-one can ever harm or mistreat him again, where he will be appreciated for the truly astonishing person that he is. Duncan, however, grabs a police walkie-talkie, and calls for police back-up. At the same time, another thunderstorm begins, so, knowing how dangerous and unpredictable it can be for Powder to be outside in such weather, Jessie, Doug, and Donald implore him to get into their car.

Instead, in an outpouring of beatific joy and ultimate release, Powder runs across a field, laughing at last and with arms fully outstretched, greeting the storm as if it were a dear friend, with the others following close behind and greatly alarmed, until suddenly, an enormous bolt of lightning strikes down from the heavens, hitting Powder with explosive force – and he is gone.

During his brief time spent with Jessie, Donald, and Doug since being discovered after his grandfather had died, Powder had always emphasized that everything and everyone is connected to everything else and everyone else. For we are all energy, and as we all learned at school, energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can only be transferred from one form to another. This had greatly comforted Doug following his wife's passing, and is a concept that I hold onto dearly myself, with my own family no longer here in physical, tangible form. And now, Powder had become one with the electrical energy that had infused him even before he was born and had utilized him like a living capacitor throughout his life. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, but energy undying, unending, universal, forever. So be it.

This very pure, enormously affecting movie, which reminded me a little at times of The Boy Who Could Fly (click here to read my review of it) is exquisitely complemented by the gorgeous musical theme that plays intermittently throughout it – one that I was already very familiar with, because I had first heard it many years ago, but in the form of a song, entitled 'No One Like You', which was a track on an album by British opera/musicals star Sarah Brightman, and which I loved instantly and ever afterwards. What I didn't realize until much more recently, however, is that the lyrics to this song had actually been written by Sarah herself, after having watched Powder and being greatly moved just like me by its beautiful melody. So please click here to listen to Sarah singing 'No One Like You', her heartfelt lyrics accompanying the truly sublime theme from an incomparably sublime, mesmerising movie.

If you'd like to experience the spellbinding wonder, strangeness, sadness, and beauty that is Powder, please click here to view an official trailer for it on YouTube. And if you are able to watch the full film, do so – because if it moves you the way that it has moved me, I have no doubt that this remarkable film will stay in our memory long after most others have slipped away into the void of lost remembrances that I fondly recall my mother aptly referring to as our forgettery. God bless you Mom, I wish so much that you were still here with me – but perhaps in some form you are, perhaps in some form you are still and always will be.

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Tuesday, December 22, 2020

MARY POPPINS RETURNS

Publicity poster for Mary Poppins Returns (© Rob Marshall/Walt Disney Pictures/Lucamar Productions/Marc Platt Productions/Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures – reproduced here on a strictly non-commercial Fair Use basis for educational/review purposes only)

It doesn't seem two years since this was THE Christmas movie release that everyone was flocking to see at their local cinemas here in the UK – those same cinemas that this Christmas are for the most part locked down, about to be locked down, or permanently closed down, due to an invisible yet highly inimical invader that continues to threaten so much that our species has held dear for countless ages. Let us hope that 2021 will herald an eventual end to our trials at its heinous hands – or, to be virologically precise, its spikes – and that we can finally return, with much gratitude and new appreciation, to the life and freedoms that for so very long we had all taken so very much for granted.

Throughout his life, Walt Disney was well known for vehemently refusing to produce sequels to any of his classic movies, and by and large his reluctance to do so has been fully vindicated. Many such sequels have been produced by the Disney Studio since Walt's passing in December 1966, but ALMOST without exception they have been only pale shadows and empty imitations of their timeless originals.

Note, however, that I stress the word 'almost' – because after deciding to wait out Christmas 2018 due to the huge demand to see it, on 11 January 2019 I was finally fortunate enough to view on the big screen a glorious, truly exceptional exception to that trend. In fact, to quote a very appropriate aphorism - it was practically perfect in every way.

I refer, of course, to Mary Poppins Returns, directed by Rob Marshall, with Emily Blunt taking on the title role of P.L. Travers's magical nanny originally played so memorably by Julie Andrews over 55 years ago now, way back in 1964, but executing it with entirely comparable panache and verve. Instead of Bert the friendly chimney-sweep and pavement artist played by one of the world's greatest comedians but worst Cockney speakers Dick Van Dyke, we now have Jack the lamplighter, played by American actor Lin-Manuel Miranda, also famous as the creator and star of the hit musical Hamilton.

And not only actors and actresses but time too has moved on in Cherry Tree Lane, because the Banks children, Jane and Michael, are all grown up now. Moreover, Michael (Ben Whishaw) is recently widowed, and despite the best attempts of his caring sister Jane (Emily Mortimer) to help him, he is seriously struggling to look after his three children and keep their home from the clutches of the bank, which in the form of corrupt chairman William 'Weatherall' Wilkins (Colin Firth) is only too eager to repossess it during the Great Slump. Consequently, when Mary Poppins makes her very unexpected but most welcome return into the lives of Michael and Jane, and informs them that she is here to look after the children, don't necessarily assume that the children she is alluding to are those of Michael...

Although it is technically a sequel, Mary Poppins Returns is much more of a homage to the original classic. For although the storylines in the two films are different, many of the original's most beloved musical/animated set pieces are reimagined in the new film, in the form of a series of very entertaining pastiches, containing new songs by Marc Shaiman (music) and Scott Whittman (lyrics) that I feel hold their own even against the immortal classics penned by the Sherman Brothers (Richard and Robert) for the original.

So: instead of 'Chim Chim Cher-ee' and dancing chimney-sweeps, we have 'Trip A Little Light Fantastic' and dancing lamplighters. Instead of Mary and Bert dancing with cartoon penguins and other animals in 'Jolly Holiday', we have Mary and Jack dancing with cartoon penguins and other animals in 'The Royal Doulton Music Hall'. Instead of 'I Love To Laugh' while floating beneath the ceiling, we have 'Turning Turtle' while inside a shop where everything is upside-down. And instead of the comforting 'Stay Awake' lullaby and the affecting 'Feed the Birds', we have those two different but equally atmospheric scenes and songs deftly blended to inspire those containing the deeply moving song 'The Place Where Lost Things Go' (which was nominated for the Best Original Song Oscar at the 2019 Academy Awards ceremony, one of four Oscars for which Mary Poppins Returns was nominated). However, these new scenes and songs stand on their own merits too; they are far more than merely derivatives of their original inspirations.

Last but certainly not least, very substantial support for this movie's afore-mentioned main stars is provided by the eminent likes of Meryl Streep (as Topsy, Mary Poppins's decidedly eccentric East European cousin), Angela Lansbury (the Balloon Lady, serving as a counterpart of sorts to the original movie's Bird Woman), Julie Walters (Ellen, the Banks family's longstanding – and long-suffering – housekeeper, played in the original by Hermione Baddeley), Lin-Manuel Miranda of Hamilton fame (as Bert the pavement artist and chimney sweep, played in the original by Dick Van Dyke), and a returning, extraordinarily sprightly 93-year-old Dick Van Dyke himself no less, this time playing Mr Dawes Jr, the retired but still all-powerful (and desktop-dancing!) bank supremo who puts a very decisive stop to his nasty nephew Weatherall's nefarious schemes against the beleaguered Michael and family. There is also a brief cameo from Karen Dotrice, who played Jane as a child in the original.

Filling the screen with vibrant colour, a splendiferous mix of traditional but first-rate 2-D and current state-of-the-art CGI special effects, instantly hummable songs, breathtaking dance sequences, and a veritable galaxy of big-name stars, Mary Poppins Returns is in my opinion one of the best and most enchanting Disney films of all time - and bearing in mind this studio's glittering catalogue of all-time classics, that is no mean feat.

In other words, Mary Poppins Returns is an absolute joy in every sense, as well as for everyone who still retains the magic of childhood and the power of dreams in their heart – something that we all need more than ever right now, to see us through our current troubled times. So please click here to view a dazzling official trailer for this delightful movie, and allow yourself to be transported into the wonderful world of imagination that Walt Disney Studios' incomparable output has so profoundly and positively influenced for almost a century. Long may it continue to do so.

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