My daughter wanted to see Mary Poppins, I did too but wasn’t expecting to feel so uncomfortable when Dick Van Dyke came on screen. Felt sorry for the poor subjects of the British empire, enduring such an inefficient imitation, my squeaky front door can do a better British accent. A 1970’s press release insinuating Klaatu was the Beatles, embarrassed all involved once anyone listened to it.
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