There is no word on casting yet, but with the memory of Carrie Underwood’s Maria von Trapp still waking many of us screaming in the night, I am braced for the worst. I was, therefore, interested to read this week of a new Poppins movie in the works, to be directed by Rob Marshall – who just made a long-winded version of Stephen Sondheim’s Into the Woods – and with new music by Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman, a songwriting duo known mainly for Hairspray and the Broadway production of Catch Me if You Can. It is thanks to this movie that I still misuse the word “ amortize” and, in times of stress, can be unaccountably soothed by the phrase “Shipyards, the mercantile”. (I’m talking about the mid-1980s, when this represented an extraordinary range of options on top of Britain’s four terrestrial TV channels.) As a result, I watched Poppins probably 3,000 times I know it from the first spit-spot to the umbrella’s final squawk. One was The Snowman, the classic adaption of the Raymond Briggs cartoon, and the other was Mary Poppins. W hen I was growing up, I had access to two VHS videos.
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