My Mother V Mary Poppins
Dec. 30th, 2013 05:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphiloMy mother says she's never seen Mary Poppins. I pretend to be surprised but I'm not. She sleeps through movies. Always has done. And she can't stand popular music- not even the music of her youth.
"Oh," she says, reading the opening credits. "Walt Disney!"
"Yes," I say.
"Is it good?"
"It depends on your taste." Of course I know she'll hate it but I'm in a scratchy mood and tired of wildlife shows and auctions. I'm going to make her watch the first five minutes.
Dick Van Dyke sings a song. Poor man, it was cruel not to get him some help with his accent. Glynis Johns sings a song. David Tomlinson sings a song.
My mother is getting angry. "I don't know what's going on," she says. "Who are these people? It doesn't make any sense."
I take pity. She's suffered enough. "You don't have to watch." I say.
She switches channels. Up comes David Attenborough.
And life returns to normal...
"Oh," she says, reading the opening credits. "Walt Disney!"
"Yes," I say.
"Is it good?"
"It depends on your taste." Of course I know she'll hate it but I'm in a scratchy mood and tired of wildlife shows and auctions. I'm going to make her watch the first five minutes.
Dick Van Dyke sings a song. Poor man, it was cruel not to get him some help with his accent. Glynis Johns sings a song. David Tomlinson sings a song.
My mother is getting angry. "I don't know what's going on," she says. "Who are these people? It doesn't make any sense."
I take pity. She's suffered enough. "You don't have to watch." I say.
She switches channels. Up comes David Attenborough.
And life returns to normal...
