Saving Mr Banks

  Well the movers are here and i need to start unpacking. It will be a while before i decorate my new little corner of the net. Put up new wall paper, get to know the neighborhood, rearrange the furniture and such. The books will go on the shelves in no particular order, as that is how the mind works, in no particular order when it isn't tasked with anything. The baggage always seems to be put away in the closet, and yet there is always one piece to trip over, one random piece as we go on this journey around the Sun, the Universe, and time.

  Then that random piece of baggage opens up and spills all over the flow. We curse it and try to repack the bag, but funny how not everything goes quite back in...

  If you have not seen the movie, stop now. If you don't care about knowing the outcome, as the path is far more important, you are welcome.

  i was not prepared for this movie. This movie has been out for a few weeks, and i never really heard of it's subplot. i find movies painful to watch. Not to watch but, to be in a theater. It is rare i fond a movie truly enjoyable in a theater. i have a few theories, and it may just be that one piece of mismatched luggage that i don't want to open. Of course in this movie it fell off the shelf of the closet and cracked open a bit. It takes all my energy to keep from having an emotional breakdown  i leave exhausted.

  "Saving Mr Banks" (damn i am getting right to a spoiler already) is not so much about the challenge of getting the rights to P. L. Travers book, but about letting go, Letting go of the past and forgiving yourself. As with every Disney movie, the pattern is make you happy, tear your heart out, then put it back again for a happy ending. i went with friends, and the two of us came to the same conclusion, we didnt have enough time to enjoy the happy ending, the closure. i thought it was just me. The movie is built upon flashbacks of P. L.'s childhood, and how protective she was of her Mary (Poppins). P. L.'s father was a closet alcoholic. Through flashbacks the story unfolds, and the references are anchored to the past.

  This movie was psychotherapy boot camp.

  My Father drank. He was a closet drinker. i don't know if Mom knew how much Dad was drinking, it was beer. Growing up as a child, i did not know better. i have a brother and two sisters, i was a happy accident, so there is a rather large age gap. We are not a close family, and i regret that. The ages were far enough that i felt like an only child being the youngest. i also had a different set of parents then my siblings. Same flesh same faces, different people,
. i can't even vouch for when the drinking got worse, or Dad's system just would not allow the same amount of consumption as the years passed. As a child, very fond memories, but i always wanted the approval of my Father, it was very important to me. Mom was a stay at home Mom then went to work. Oddly i don't remember when that was, It had to be 6th grade. Dad was home in the early afternoon from work so it is a bit fuzzy.  Those were happy years. This sounds like a cliche, but there was no money, always food in the fridge, and a roof over our heads.

To be continued ....