Mamma Mia (2008)

So as I am going through Netflix to find the next film for the Memorial Day Movie Binge Watch, I came across Mamma Mia, the musical featuring Meryl Streep and the music of Abba.  I know there will be a sequel to this movie this summer (Mamma Mia: Here I Go Again) and I thought this would be a good film to watch this Sunday afternoon.

I mean, I do like some of Abba’s songs.

Of course, I do not like Abba THIS MUCH.

And who exactly has the blackmail photos of Pierce Brosnan?  Or was it just a really, really, REALLY big check?

I don’t hate musicals.  In fact, I have several that I love (Grease, Sweeney Todd, most of the Disney films) but they have a couple of things that Mamma Mia didn’t have.  One- people who can sing.  Two- a story that can make up a movie.

Seriously, the story of this movie might be able to fill a half-hour sitcom (if there were enough commercials) but it is way too thin to fill up a nearly two hour movie.

Young and beautiful Sophie (Amanda Seyfried) is getting married but she has always wondered about her father.  So when she finds her mother Donna’s (Meryl Streep) diary, she discovers the names of three men whom could be her daddy.  So she invites all three of the men (Pierce Brosnan, Colin Firth and Stellan Skarsgard) to the wedding, without telling her mother.  Hilarity ensues.

Or not so much.

Most of the movie is a group of people who can marginally sing (except for Brosnan, who cannot sing at all) performing Abba songs, some of which do not fit the scene that they are used within.  I mean, Meryl Streep does a decent version of “The Winner Takes it All”, but the song lyrics do not fit at all with the moment in the film.

Some of the big production numbers, like “Dancing Queen” are fun, if you like Abba.  It is kind of nice to see these quasi-stars dancing around making fools of themselves. It truly is amazing that these actors look to be having a lot of fun in this film.  But almost none of them can sing very well and that is a true drawback to the movie.

Brosnan, Firth and Skarsgard are charming and they do avoid the cliches such as fighting about who the actual father is (which is refreshing).  However, they must be really stupid because it took them a real long time to figure out why Sophie invited them to the wedding despite being absent from Donna’s life for over 20 years.

The end scene is even too unrealistic for a musical, but it puts a cap on this film perfectly.  It makes little sense, but …hell, let’s just sing and dance.

I wonder if Brosnan is singing in the sequel?  Maybe the blackmail photos have since lapsed.




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