Last night the kids slept over at Lucinda's house. This meant that H and I had an opportunity to have a mini date night so we elected to go see Mamma Mia. I enjoy Abba music, and H knows more songs than I know, so I figured it would be fun. The funniest part of the whole experience was that H was one of about 8 or 9 men in the entire theater. There were women everywhere, pregnant women, friends, families, loads of them. A lot came with multiple girlfriends. On our way into the theater a man asked what we were seeing and when Harold told said "Mamma Mia, a chick flick" and the guy said, "Maybe next week she'll see Dark Knight with you." Nope, I don't think so buddy. A little too dark for me I think. So H suffered through a chick flick with me. Here's the thing: I don't enjoy musicals. I am pretty sure I will suffer a major blogging backlash from admitting that, but it is entirely true. One of my favorite parts of the movie Sabrina is when Harrison Ford's character asks his secretary to get him tickets to the most popular show on Broadway and she says, "That will be a musical where periodically the actors will burst into song and start dancing." And he grimly agrees to it because he wants to impress Sabrina. I feel as Harrison did, ugh, if I must!
Mamma Mia was a musical, UGH! Of course the Dancing Queen number was pretty good, and Take a Chance on Me was pretty funny too. Other than that, not so much. Plus there are really no morals to speak of in this film. A woman who slept with 3 men all around the same time so she doesn't know the father of her daughter. The daughter desperately wants to know who her father is so he can walk her down the aisle. At one point in the church the girl says to Meryl Streep, "I don't care if you slept with 100 men." Then the camera pans over to the preacher who has a shocked look on his face. Yep, because the preacher is apparently the only person on the planet who might object to such behavior. Ick.
Plus, I hate to pick on someone's singing, because it isn't like I can sing well enough to be cast into a musical, but Pierce Brosnan really can't sing. He can't. He's nice to look at, and his accent is magical, but his singing is awful. Meryl, on the other hand, can sing, amazingly enough. And the girl who played Sophie really had a nice voice too.
But, all in all, I would go with a Ho Hum rating on this movie. Sorry folks!