My Mother V Mary Poppins

[poliphilo]

My 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...

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[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I have mixed feelings.