I’m not late. This was the second viewing of the film, following three trips to the theatre for the stage version. I am generally a very disappointing mother, but have vowed not to fail in the ABBA department, so the “summer” had to finish with more Mamma Mia!, and to be honest, I did wonder if it made sense to go again.
The answer is I could easily go again tomorrow (but I won’t). Anything that puts a grin on your face so quickly, and makes sure it remains there all the way through, is good. It is very silly, really, but so is the stage musical, and none of it makes much sense. But it entertains.
I think of it as leftovers. I get everything out of the fridge and look at the food until it becomes clear what I can make with this particular mix of ingredients. And as Son often says, leftovers for dinner can be better than something carefully planned. To write the story of Mamma Mia! I imagine that Catherine Johnson must have got all the ABBA songs out of the fridge and looked at them too, until a pattern emerged. Like the dinner, the result is slightly weird, but so good.
Even on a second viewing Pierce Brosnan still can’t sing, but his bare chest is worth seeing. Colin Firth is always adorable, and let’s face it, Stellan Skarsgård covers the Swedish connection nicely. Son claims not to like Meryl Streep, but I do, and the film is good enough to make Dominic Cooper bearable, but no more.
Maybe I should just settle down and wait for the DVD to be available, and not spend more money in what’s a very tatty and rundown local cinema. We’ll see.