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Posted: Jul 24, 2008 in Things to do, Music, Movies
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"B+" Rating by Robert W. Hammerle
Before seeing the bouncy, thoroughly enjoyable "Mamma Mia," I was able to listen to David Edelstein, a movie reviewer that I greatly admire. Much to my foreboding, he ended a horribly negative review of this new musical with words to the effect of, "I felt as if I was lying in a sensory deprivation tank without the ability to escape."
I'm sorry, Mr. Edelstein, but I could not possibly disagree with you more. With the clear exception of the woefully miscast Pierce Brosnan (whose singing Edelstein accurately described as similar to that of a water buffalo!), this film is delightful fun from beginning to end. It is fluffy, charming and as sweet as its wonderful cast who, by the way, were clearly having a grand old time.
I saw "Mamma Mia" during a weeknight showing at Traders Point with a surprisingly large audience, and that clearly shaped my experience. Overwhelmingly female, they repeatedly laughed and occasionally applauded throughout the movie. Granted, it at times tottered on the edge of Bollywood nonsense. However, how can you possibly not like a movie that so clearly engages its audience as "Mamma Mia" does?
Meryl Streep is the consummate professional, and she proved in Robert Altman's "A Prairie Home Companion" (2006) that she can sing almost as well as she can act. And Amanda Seyfried, who plays her daughter on the eve of her wedding, leaves no doubt that she is more than just a pretty face. There is a clear chemistry between the two, and the movie benefits from it.
Filmed on location in the Greek Isles, the scenery is stunningly beautiful. It serves as the gorgeous backdrop to Seyfried's wedding as she awaits the arrival of the three men who may be her father. (All of whom she has invited without the knowledge of Ms. Streep, her single mother.) While what ensues is largely predictable and thinly designed as an excuse to sing Abba's classic songs, it leads to one scene after another of spirited high-jinks that leaves your toes tapping and a smile on your face.
While all three would be fathers, the accomplished and always decent Colin Firth, Stellan Skarsgard and the aforementioned Mr. Brosnan, are suitably charming (again, if you excuse Brosnan's bellowing), this movie belongs to the women. As I watched the women in this film interact, I could not help but think of Cindy Lauper's great hit "Girls Just Want to Have Fun." Certainly, all the girls in the audience were!
In particular, Christine Baranski and Julie Walters, playing Streep's dearest friends who have arrived on the Island for the wedding, are a verifiable treasure. I have always felt that Baranski had an earthy, sexy nastiness that was never quite fully developed in any previous role. Here, she is splendid as a thrice-divorced woman of the world dedicated to a life of polite debauchery and a great amount of plastic surgery.
As for Ms. Walters, she has flown under the radar screen despite her enormous dramatic acting accomplishments in such wonderful films as "Educating Rita" (1983); "Billy Elliott" (2000); "Becoming Jane" (2000); "Calendar Girls" (2003) and her reoccurring role as Ms. Weasley in the "Harry Potter" movies. Here, she almost steals this movie with her campy, vampy performance which intensifies with each Abba song that she sings.
Just as "Sex In The City" struck a chord with female audiences around the country, it is clear that "Mamma Mia" has done the same. Make no mistake that the principal theme of this movie is about female bonding of every age. It is about young women sharing the splendid anticipation of the limitless possibilities of life, as well as their mothers and friends reflecting on their past struggles and their future hopes. Here's to you, girls.
"Mamma Mia" represents the continual rebirth of the Hollywood Musical. Movie fans had an inkling that Hollywood was daring to explore this dormant theme years ago with "Hedwig and the Angry Inch" (2001). Since then, it has continued to be refined in such truly accomplished films as the Oscar recognized "Moulin Rouge" (2001); "Chicago" (2002) and "The West Bank Story" (2005). Though there have been some misfires along the way when trying to take Broadway Musicals to the screen, most notably "The Phantom of the Opera" (2004); "Rent" (2005) and "The Producers" (2005), "Mamma Mia" retains much of its Broadway magic as did last year's splendid "Hairspray."
So let's raise a toast to Ms. Streep, Baranski, Walters and Seyfried. Here's to women of all ages, and a movie that celebrates their gender.
Okay Uncle Bob. I think you've officially crossed the line. To give this thing a B+ is a travesty. I feel compelled to give your readers a second opinion so they're not completely misled by your waaaay too positive review. Here's my review, taken from my blog: http://www.hammervision.typepad.com. The star rating: a whopping one-star. Read on:
Mamma Mia (no, I am now denying it the exclamation point - it's already too excited for itself) must be some sort of first. It's a musical starring a bunch of people who can't sing or dance, and whose performances are pitched so far over the top, even moviegoers still parking their cars in the theater garage can see them. Imagine, if you will, going to a party where you're stone cold sober while your mom and all of her annoying friends drink wine, get drunk, and do karaoke. That's Mamma Mia.
Movie musicals have enjoyed quite a resurgence in recent years so it's no surprise that we're seeing Mamma Mia on screens at this time. Last year's Hairspray was joyous and fun, and at first glance, Mamma Mia seems to have many of those things going for it. It's based on a popular stage musical and it features the toe-tapping pop hits of ABBA. (Note: If you hate ABBA songs, then Mamma Mia probably isn't your best bet. I like ABBA, but this movie does a bigger travesty to their legacy then the A-Teens.) The songs are gap fillers in a trite story about a young girl (Big Love's Amanda Seyfried) on the eve of her wedding who invites her three potential fathers to the ceremony in the hopes of reuniting them with her mom and discovering the father she's never known. Meryl Streep plays the mom and the three dads are Pierce Brosnan, Colin Firth, and Stellan Skarsgard. If you haven't already seen the stage show, figuring out the potential love interest for Streep isn't hard: just pick the biggest star of the three.
You'd think with Meryl Streep leading the cast, this would be a non-stop parade of talent. Not so. Streep has a decent singing voice but it's certainly not spectacular. Her character is a shrieking idiot, and if the Academy even thinks about nominating her for this crap just because she's Meryl Streep, heads are going to roll. Faring even less well are the guys. Brosnan may make for a good Bond, but he's a horrible singer and to add injury to insult, he looks uncomfortable even lip synching. Firth and Skarsgard don't get as many opportunities to sing (trust me, that's a good thing) so their overall negative impact on the movie is lessened.
And I'd be remiss to let first-time director Phyllida Lloyd off the hook. She may have earned kudos for her direction of the stage show, but she can't direct a movie to save her life. The musical sequences are choppy and poorly staged and choreographed. There's a bunch of cheesy slow motion shots of Streep jumping in air and Lloyd chooses the weirdest camera movements to help tell her story. If you thought the movie musical version of The Producers from a few years back was badly executed, you ain't seen nothing yet. If there was any justice in the world, Ms. Lloyd would never get a shot behind the camera again.
I know some of you who have seen the show on stage may think I'm being overly harsh. Here's the thing: I'm sure the stage musical is great. The songs are fun, and if you had people who could actually sing and dance in the roles, this is probably a really good time. But this transfer to film does it no favors - all of the inadequacies in the story and even the use of ABBA music are brought to the surface. It's the kind of movie where everybody on screen seems to be having a grand old time overacting and making fools of themselves while you sit in the audience with your head in your hands, bemoaning what the world has come to. I counted one - ONE - decent scene in the whole movie and it's when Streep sings "The Winner Takes It All." The movie slows down a bit at that point and lets some real emotions creep through, and Streep sings the hell out of the song. But that one scene does little to make up for the torture you've had to endure to get to it.