Here, from Tolkien Journal Vol.III no. 1 (1967), comes a letter wishing J.R.R. Tolkien, “Happy Birthday.” The letter is by P.L. Travers, the author of Mary Poppins and the focus of the new film, Saving Mr. Banks, featuring Emma Thompson as Travers and Tom Hanks as Walt Disney. Even here, in a birthday greeting, she seems a trifle salty.
P.L. Travers reading The Lord of the Rings. Fun incongruous mental image.
The glory of ephemera! ~ eP
I don’t know why I’m torturing myself by staying awake, I’m so tired none of this shit I’m studying is going to stick.
He bangs off emails to me now and then, about thoughts he’s had and I bang off emails to him saying ‘Don’t overthink it’. There’s an awful lot of running down corridors and explaining the plot. An awful lot of the Doctor is just making it lively and making it fun because the Doctor’s a man who never sits and thinks about who he is, ever and would be horrified if he did.
—Steven Moffat in SFX talking about Peter’s preparations for becoming the new doctor. (via kitt66
fucking HELL what
I feel so fucking bad about not intervening but YUP
what the actual fuuuck
I feel really bad that I didn’t intervene because the entire time I was thinking, okay that has to be a brother or something because siblings are like that occasionally, but then he went away and I realized he was a complete stranger and he felt he had the right to be that fucking weird and scary.
So yeah nerd rage isn’t funny to me anymore because at the theater some nerd dude felt like he had the right to walk up to a stranger and tell her several times that he was going to beat her with a brick in a sock right there in the theater for talking about Star Trek and Star Wars like they were similar things.
[Mary Poppins author P.L.] Travers was a feisty, stereotype-breaking bisexual — a single mom who adopted a baby in her 40s, studied Zen meditation in Kyoto, and was publishing erotica about her silky underwear 10 years before Walt had sketched his mouse. Now that’s a character worth slapping on-screen, instead of this stiff British stereotype determined to steal joy from future generations of children. With her longtime girlfriend and then-adult son erased, this frigid Travers seems like she may not even know how babies are made. Maybe Mary Poppins could sing her a song about it.
Why does it matter that Saving Mr. Banks sabotages its supposed heroine? Because in a Hollywood where men still pen 85 percent of all films, there’s something sour in a movie that roots against a woman who asserted her artistic control by asking to be a co-screenwriter. (Another battle she lost — Mary Poppins’ opening credits list Travers as merely a “consultant.”) Just as slimy is the sense that this film, made by a studio conglomerate in a Hollywood dominated by studio conglomerates, is tricking us into cheering for the corporation over the creator.
-Amy Nicholson, on why Disney’s Saving Mr. Banks Is a “Corporate, Borderline-Sexist Spoonful of Lies”. (via infectedworldmind)
welp there goes my interest in the film
I was wondering, given the truth about Travers’ disgust with Disney, how Disney was even willing to make such a film.
Now I get it.
I didn’t even know what this film was supposed to be about til now.
The trailer also hinted that Travers wrote Mary Poppins bc she wanted the nanny to “save” the father, which is so far from the point of the Mary Poppins series as to be ridiculous. Disney has literally done everything they could with this movie to remove all the female character’s autonomy and actual personalities and turned them into emotional prompts for the male characters to be inspired by and change.
Yea if the entire first page of your blog is Tauriel hate don’t fucking try to engage me like what is the point of you trying to do that? I need a different Desolation of Smaug spoiler tag so strangers don’t fucking get on my nerves.
Dragonfire and ruin. That is what you will bring upon us! He cannot see beyond his own desire!