By this time, Disney was overlooking the animation departments less and less, becoming generally less interested in animation by itself. By 1964, he had already gotten many live-action films under his belt, theme parks to run and television programs on the air. However one can forgive Disney for spending less and less time in and around the animation studios while he was making live-action films of this quality. Certainly he was a story-man at heart and knew the workings of a good tale and the mechanics of the processes involved.
A heartfelt story about a broken family whose lives are turned upside down when the newest nanny appears literary from the blue. Well made with a great number of songs and performances all round, Julie Andrew’s Oscar winning performance (at a time when that meant something) is to quote “Practically Perfect in Every way.” Van Dyke’s Bert is a lovable, roguish fellow, in spite of the accent (more on that later). And David Tomlinson is wonderfully realised as the man struck in the metaphoric cage of a bank. All of them seem to have enjoyed themselves and their roles immensely and bring that enjoyment into their acting.
The soundstages are impressive, you would never guess that the whole of this film was shot in them; wonderfully detailed matt paintings help to create a wholly impressive illusion of being outside. The animated scenes have a certain silly symphony style to them, and are of high Disney quality, if not quite up there with the best of the best.
The songs are some of the most memorable ones that the Sherman brothers had made, certainly “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” stands as one of their most energetic numbers, along with “Chim Chim Cheree.” Both are coupled nicely with melodic numbers like “Stay Awake” and “Feed the birds” on the other end of the emotional spectrum.
There are a very few minor problems, some scenes just go on too long (like Inkwolf, I find Jolly Holiday a bit tedious). Some of the incidental characters are a bit too two-dimensional and some scenes do seem a bit on the pointless, something to distract you, side. yes the animatronics are dated, but this was the sixties and Jim Henson’s creature shop wasn’t yet around, so that’s excusable.
Less excusable is Dick Van Dyke, well not him personally, but the fact that he is sporting the worst cockney accent of anyone who has ever attempted one in the history of film, ever. It is so bad that it is a source of constant amusement here in Britain; I personally find it hilariously bad. Of cause the real problem is that he may have invariably taught a lot of Americans that that is how Cockney’s speak. Someone must of told him this at some point; because for Chitty Chitty Bang Bang he would use his natural, American accented voice; and because we’ll so use to hearing these American accents, unless they really strong, we find them more or less invisible.
Still accent aside… This is still one of the greats. A timeless classic that manages to outdo most hybrids, apart of course the almightily Roger…
EDIT: The tedius parts have got to me, half-star down.