I hate to sound like a grinch but there’s plenty not to like about Saving Mr Banks, however, where it really works is in the acknowledgement that film is very much a medium of moments, that you can find all sorts of gems amongst the worst nonsense and just 60 seconds, or less, can justify sitting in the dark for 90 minutes or more.

Never mind the missed opportunity for a real story about an artist having their creation changed (and the painful irony that the resultant work is an absolute gem) and forget that this has been funnelled into a giant piece of corporate revisionism / suck-uppery because there are two scenes that really hit, both focusing entirely on what matters to P L Travers, and one even plays out the joy of finding these divine moments.

Recommended.