If Mary Poppins was French and dealt with spoonfuls of cacao in place of sugar.

Left the theater wanting more but that's my fault for loving the first as much as I do. Nevertheless, I'll be just as happy to join the gang again for part three.

I tend to be the accidental contrarian with franchises, but I'm especially perplexed with the preference of this film over "Salvation". I'll take machismo over ma-cheese-mo any day of the week. Sorry, Nick Stahl; I'm gunning for Christian Bale.

Fascinating subject matter in an otherwise meandering, mediocre doc.