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Here we go again

Mamma Mia! ten years on, or five if you consider the plot. We’re all ten years older, but we – mostly – don’t look it. Do we? And a person can always have a young self, like they do in the new Mamma Mia! film. I adored the young Harry especially.

So, Donna is dead. Maybe this was for the best, as it left all of us crying, and it meant there was for the most time only two almost identical young women to be confused by. Sophie, and her mother Donna as a young woman, and made more confusing by shifting quickly between the two. Now we know what it was like for Donna and Sophie’s three dads, even if some of the continuity might not actually work. Who cares?

It’s like a family party. You’re just so happy to see everyone again. This time there were fewer old ABBA hits, and possibly less music too, but you’re happy, crying both sad and happy tears, and a film has to be pretty good to achieve that, and I don’t care if the film critics are still a little sniffy about it. Although they learned their lesson ten years ago, and now take Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again much more seriously.

There were the expected cameos from Björn and Benny. I suppose many of the appearances were somewhat cameo-like, really. I love Cher, but am not sure she was the right grandmother for Sophie, even if great. And ABBA songs are less well suited to a deep voice.

Lots of laughter, quite a bit of crying, both from me and Pierce Brosnan, not to mention from Julie Walters. I could watch the film again tomorrow, if only life didn’t need me for other things.

And thanks to Daughter who saw the film in Pasadena 20 hours before me, I knew to stay for the scene after the credits. I waited and I waited and everyone else left and the cleaners came, giving me funny looks, but eventually, there it was; the extra scene. I took a chance on it!

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Mamma Mia! for mother

I’m continuing my trend of jumping into the middle of films. This evening Swedish television very suitably screened Mamma Mia! which was a good end to Mother’s Day. Not that I celebrate it, but any excuse will do.

Came in about halfway, which is good enough for me. Even the Resident IT Consultant seemed to enjoy it for a few minutes. What’s not to like about James Bond getting down on one knee and singing ABBA?

That’s the thing, really. We had Mrs Kramer singing with Dr Hofstadter on one side and Mrs Weasley on the other. Agent 007 has to share a third of a daughter with Mr Darcy and Bombi Bitt. And their offspring is in love with a History Boy.

My own Daughter/Offspring was so keen to see the film the first time that we were in the cinema hours after her returning from her Swiss school trip. And Switzerland continues to be on the agenda.

Anyway, nice treat for all mammas.

Percy Jackson

They had better have more films planned soon or half made already, since that Logan Lerman isn’t going to stay young much longer. In fact, the Percy Jackson actor is already 18, and Percy is much younger than that. I’m fairly sure that in the book he doesn’t drive. He did in the film.

Percy Jackson - The Lightning Thief

It wasn’t a marvellous film, but it was OK. Better than the half of the book that I managed before giving up a few years ago. I’d say it’s quite good for the Greek myths. Once you’ve watched this, it’s likely that the few myths behind the adventure will remain as knowledge. Anything which reinforces half known facts is welcome, and I was pleased with myself for getting the Medusa angle before it was made obvious.

Speaking of dear Medusa, those who left the cinema while the credits ran missed a little something towards the very end. Now that people no longer need to run in order to avoid the national anthem, it can be worth hanging on a bit to see what film makers put in after or in the middle of the credits.

Had been impressed – as usual – that there were a few big names in the film. They were cameos, really, with the possible exception of Pierce Brosnan as a horse. Centaur, I mean. His front half wasn’t bad looking. I liked Catherine Keener a lot more in this, so maybe she’s growing on me.

Percy Jackson - The Lightning Thief

I kept getting confused, since when Pierce suggested going to Olympus, I kept thinking trips to Greece, when in actual fact Olympus had moved to Manhattan, so they didn’t have far to go.

The reasons behind Rick Riordan’s books were skated over rather quickly. A few mentions of dyslexia and ADHD, and that was it. But maybe we have to be grateful for anything that can give children with one or both of those problems some screen exposure.

Quantum of Solace

This was probably my second after Live and Let Die, a few years ago. Not my second James Bond, but my second in the cinema. Not being the greatest of fans, I have mostly watched them when they are old enough to turn up on television.

Quantum of Solace was OK. It was not very “Bondy”, but perfectly passable as an action film. And however good Daniel Craig is, to me he is not James Bond. I’m not one for blonds, much, and prefer Sean Connery or Pierce Brosnan.

Judi Dench was excellent as usual, and I don’t think the film would have been anywhere near as good without her.

Take care with axes, by the way.

Search miscellany

Mark Harmon I’m trying to run a fairly clean blog here. But then I look at phrases used by people on search engines that bring them to the witch, and I wonder just how it happened. This morning I puzzled over “mark harmon bare chest”. I don’t do bare chests here. At least I didn’t think so. I did the same search myself, and I can tell you I’m not sure I want to click on all the suggestions. But I did find an explanation. I seem to have mentioned Pierce Brosnan in Mamma Mia! as having a bare chest, which is true. If the original searcher returns here, I’d suggest eBay. They have everything.

Mamma Mia!

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.

Mamma Mia dance

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.

Mamma Mia dads

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.

Mamma Mia Streep and Brosnan

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.