MAMA MIA, DIOS MIOWhat a party! Giggly girls, dancing and singing... ah the fun of living in the sun on a beautiful island having been marooned with only ABBA's music styling. EVERYTHING was SO Broadway theatrical; the movements, the overacting, the staging. So Donna's (Meryl Streep) daughter (Sophie) is getting married and she secretly sent invitations to three of her mother's lovers from before she was born to try to discover which one her father is. Sophie and Donna's friends arrive, screaming and giggling and dancing and overacting... Thing is, the cast tried to sing. Why couldn't they do some lip syncing? Just when I though Meryl was bad, came alone Pierce Brosnan. A good actor and a fine man who made my ears bleed throughout the movie. Perhaps if I had been drinking it might have helped, but it was not an enjoyable movie for me. I can see many people liked it, but my guess is more for the music than the film. And yes, I have been listening to the real ABBA trying to clear this all singing all dancing movie from my head. Lighthearted and bubbly (just not for me).
BITE BACK: Sweet attempt to lighten us up, fails in the acting/singing efforts.
