Good morning, all! I am definitely coming down with something, and I hope it's only a cold. I slept quite poorly last night and debated staying in bed all day. I'll pour on the vitamin C, stay warmly dressed, and think healthy.
The Sherman Brothers and Disney bashing continues on both the Cast Recording List and FB, and I'm losing a bit of respect with several folk I've had much respect for. It's funny: thanks to the Sondheim cult, even his dreck is regarded as High Art, and shows that should remain buried are presented in half-assed productions as the second coming of Jesus. But for some reason, a film about a rude, unpleasant P.L. Travers - who clearly had a complete set of psychological problems packed in some heavy emotional baggage - and her battle with Disney is regarded as lies, pandering to promote a 50 year-old film and a studio supporting a pack of bullies, plagiarists and thugs. After watching the film again, I believe Ms Travers should have thanked Disney for giving the series of incidents in her books a good screenplay, taken the money, and kept her mouth shut. The film could also have been called SAVING MRS TRAVERS' BANK ACCOUNT.
It's all ridiculous and ugly.
