Now that the musical-loving Better Half is back home, I accompanied her to see the one movie I didn’t see during my marathon movie week, Mamma Mia.
Meryl Streep is great as usual, the rest of the cast is alright in a campy, overacted kind of way, the storyline is corny but the scenery is great.
And they all sing, even Pierce Brosnan. Ugh.
What can I say, I don’t care for musicals. I prefer my acting straight, without the bursting into song. I distinctly remember watching Evita with Antonio Banderas and suffering every song-filled moment.
And with that, I hereby bring to a close the movie marathon week postings!
Dear Maloso, how jaded you have become! Where is your inner romantic for Heavens’ sake? Mamma Mia is just fluff so enjoy your short escape from reality!
Jaded indeed! You’re right, you’re right. It’s just fluff!
For escaping from reality, I would recommend watching Denzel Washington in Man on Fire. Now that’s escapist feel-good cinema at it’s finest! (and there’s no singing)
🙂