"Mary Poppins Returns" is 50 percent sequel, 50 percent reboot and 100 percent charming. This film offers a new story about the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious nanny, but the telling of it is heavily seasoned with nods to the 1964 original.
That tone is set right away when Emily Blunt — stepping into the title role that made Julie Andrews a star — makes her entrance, majestically drifting down out of the sky, not via her trademark parasol but hanging onto a kite. If the significance of that is lost on you, leave the movie immediately and go find one where stuff is being blown up every 90 seconds.
It took moxie for the filmmakers to even think about revisiting one of the most beloved family films since the invention of celluloid. This was an all-or-nothing proposition: They were either going to nail it or leave viewers drowning in disappointment.
Then again, it's easy to have moxie when your team includes Blunt (a BAFTA nominee for "Girl on a Train"), Lin-Manuel Miranda (you've probably heard of the little Broadway show he created and starred in, "Hamilton") and director Rob Marshall (who oversaw the Oscar-winning adaptation of "Chicago").
It's easy to have moxie when you've got established headliners like Meryl Streep, Julie Waters and Angela Lansbury so excited to be involved in the project that they signed on for minor roles.
And there's no way you can't have moxie when you've got Dick Van Dyke. The co-star of the original film, who turned 93 last week, turns up in a cameo in which he sings and dances and flashes the megawatt twinkle in his eye. Online dictionaries could link to that scene as the definition of "showstopper."
The plot is not complicated — nor is it really the reason to see the show. The story takes place 25 years after the original. The Banks children, whom Mary took care of in the first movie — Michael (Ben Whishaw) and Jane (Emily Mortimer) — now are adults who face the prospect of losing the family home to a ruthless banker (Colin Firth, exquisitely channeling the saccharine yet duplicitous villains of Walt Disney's 1960s-'70s family dramas).
Of course, there's never even a nanosecond of doubt that Mary will find a way to save the day. Sorry if that's a spoiler, but this is one of those movies in which the telling rather than the resolution is the joy. And there's an abundance of joy.