Mamma Mia
Written by Catherine Johnson
Directed by Phyllida Lloyd
You have to be a few drinks in to tolerate this movie. Or maybe just to buy into the whole campy cultish ABBA thing (sparkly Grecian water, dancing disco diva pajama parties, etc). In the first five minutes, the audience is given a cue from the actors not to take this thing called a movie too seriously. Pierce Brosnan's singing later confirms this. I am not arguing with this choice. Who's to say that her majesty Meryl Streep can't have her teenage years revisited on screen? Why do we demand from her only Oscar-caliber performances? Summer popcorn flicks also come in cotton candy flavor.
I enjoyed this movie for several reasons:
1) I like ABBA music. It is catchy, sort of the Swedish version of Bollywood (the simplistic woo of you+me, now!).
2) I like watching actors have fun. There was a lot of fun having on this bizarre movie set. Doesn't Christine Baranski seem like a cool gal pal?
3) I like to believe in an alternate reality where three attractive men are fawning over talented Meryl vs. a brainless Kate Bosworth-type (insert Kate Hudson or the chick from Forgetting Sarah Marshall). Note that in this alternate reality, Meryl has an amazing hair colorist. Whatever, she's awesome.
4) It's sort of the film equivalent of really amazing 3 am drunk french fries. You like them at 3 am, but you feel differently two days later on the elliptical.
Thus, I recommend Pom Pom Diner french fries. 45th and 11th. They deliver. You can thank me later, and hate me following.
No comments:
Post a Comment