This story tells about a different and influential biographical comedy about the author P.L. Travers, who is beyond her childhood after a reluctant meeting with Walt Disney. Walt tries to adapt Mary Bubbins' own books to display through the screen, offering a new set of events in the book.
The sap doesn't run too thick, although it does run, and the movie certainly has a patented Disney upbeat feel much of the time. It's more a spoonful of sugar than medicine for aging baby boomer's souls.
With a few distorted facts, Saving Mr. Banks takes on a life of its own, and there's enough truth in it to make you swallow the rest . . . with or without a spoonful of sugar.
There is a lot of tricky narrative positioning in the script that works in building momentum, but it often feels so manipulated that it's tough to keep your eyes from rolling.
Saving Mr Banks is a merciless film. It hits you with every sentimental low blow it can think of. Then it pounds you again. And when you're down, it jumps on you.
Although at times overly sweet and emotional, Saving Mr. Banks is for the most part warm, heartfelt and easy to like. It's hard not to appreciate the Disney magic once again on display here.
The whole thing leaves you with an appalling chill. It feels like a warning from Hollywood to the ambivalent creators of anything: Take the spoonful of sugar or we'll force-feed it to you.