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“This is doesn’t seem OSHA-compliant, Mary Poppins!”

“This is doesn’t seem OSHA-compliant, Mary Poppins!”

Casting Emily Blunt as the iconic title character in Mary Poppins Returns, a sequel 54 years in the making, proves to be a stroke of genius. Casting Lin-Manuel Miranda in the role of Jack, a copycat character modeled after Dick Van Dyke’s Bert in the original classic, well, not so much.

Blunt plays the role with her own sensible spin, not by any means copying what the great Andrews did over half a century ago, but nonetheless giving us a practically perfect variation on the infamous nanny. Miranda sports the same cockney accent (not nearly as gloriously, wonderfully bad as Van Dyke’s) and plays a lamp lighter in London instead of a chimney sweep. His part of the film feels like a giant missed opportunity because, while he can sing and dance up a storm, he isn’t funny. Van Dyke was funny.

The result is a movie that has a lot of charm and some amazingly good sequences—with Blunt powering us through. When Miranda does a Hamilton-like rap in the middle of one of his numbers, it all feels a little off, as do many of his moments.

The movie takes place in the 1930s during the Depression, and the two Banks children, Michael (Ben Whishaw) and Jane (Emily Mortimer) are all grown up. Michael, who has lost his wife, is raising his children alone. He’s taken a job at the bank where his dad used to work, but he’s way behind on the mortgage, so the very bank he works for is set to repossess his house. The problems have rendered him a distracted parent, so in flies you-know-who on a battered kite during a storm.

As soon as Blunt shows up, the movie switches into a fun gear, with Blunt capturing the spirit of the original in a manner that is all her own. She’s a different Mary Poppins, and yet she very much is Mary Poppins.

And, man, can she sing and dance. This is most evident in a dance hall sequence to the new musical number “A Cover Is Not the Book,” where she performs some nice vaudevillian dance steps alongside, yes, dancing, animated penguins! Blunt sings the song with a cockney accent that puts Miranda to shame, and she out-dances her costars, both animated and live. It’s moments like this that make Returns very much worthwhile.

Because the film is so good for substantial stretches of time, the strange, sloppy moments really do stand out. Director Rob Marshall has made some stinkers (Into the Woods, Nine) to go along with his one genuinely good film (Chicago). Some of the staging in his films, this one included, can go from tightly choreographed and impressive to sloppy and unfocussed in seconds. There are shots in this movie that I’m surprised made the final cut. They look like a dress rehearsal.

For every brilliant sequence like one that’s an animated journey into a porcelain bowl (one of two scenes combining live actors and animation), there’s a dud like people really getting jazzed about riding a bicycle, or too much of Miranda singing into lampposts. Again, the whole time Miranda was on the screen, I was thinking stuff like “Christian Bale would’ve been better in this role because, ya know, Newsies, right?” I suggested this to my friend and Disney partner in crime via text after the movie, and she basically told me to shut the fuck up.

So, while I might’ve been sitting on the fence as the film headed into the final turn, my attitude went full positive when none other than the man himself, Dick Van Dyke, shows up as a helpful banker. He not only shows up but gets on top of a desk and dances better than anybody in the movie. It’s only a few seconds but, I’m telling you now, they are some of the best seconds any 2018 film has to offer—pure nostalgia heaven.

Mary Poppins Returns might be uneven, but lovers of the original will appreciate its honest and semi-successful attempt to recapture the Poppins magic. As for Blunt, she’s miraculous in the role, effectively canceling out any of the film’s shortcomings.