He gave me an earth-shattering kiss and whispered, “Come to my casbah and let me ply you with cupcakes.” […] We made good time getting to his apartment.

Like the technically astounding and spiritually hollow production numbers, however, [Emily] Blunt can't situate the sentimental energy in a deeper foundation. Her excellence gets left in a sort of vacuum when paired with the fully extraneous train wreck of a visit with Meryl Streep as kooky Poppins cousin Topsy or some discomfiting soft shoe from a creaky Dick Van Dyke.

I love you with all my heart.

Those that cooked the books and presented them with bias minds; They sugar-coated the stories; and twisted and exaggerated events