THANK YOU FOR THE MUSIC
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SOMETIMES it is a good idea to leave your cynicism at the door - and with jukebox musicals not being my thing, I decided be a "super trouper" and do just that with the new film version of Mamma Mia!
If you're not familiar with the bonkers storyline - not being one of the 30 million people who have flocked to the theatre to see the musical based on the songs of Abba - it's about a young bride-to-be (played by newcomer Amanda Seyfried) chancing upon her mother's diary and finding out that her father, whose identity has never been revealed, could be one of three men that her indomitable mother (Meryl Streep) had amorous encounters with 20 years earlier.
On a quest to find out who is her father so he can walk her down the aisle and, unbeknown to her mother, she invites all three to her wedding on the beautiful Greek island where they live and the scene of her mum's conquests.
The trio includes Colin Firth, reprising his role of stuffy Englishman (yet again), Swedish heavyweight Stellan Skarsgard, deftly playing the buffoon, and Pierce Brosnan - the best of the bunch - charming and witty and miraculously maintaining a Bond-style cool while belting out Abba numbers.
All three share shamefully dire singing voices, but that does not detract from an enchanting film that seems to revel in not taking itself too seriously.
Streep, on the other hand, has a strong singing voice. She flings herself around with an exuberance that befits these karaoke-inspiring numbers and performs them with more emotional gravitas than Benny and Björn could have ever hoped for.
In fact, she makes Seyfried, although graced with similar blonde looks and sweet-singing voice, seem even blander than she is and you just hope she inherits a fraction of her screen mother's oomph as she gets older.
The mother-of-the-bride's coterie of friends, in the shape of Julie Walters and Christine Baranksi, give performances that nearly match the two-time Academy Award winner's relentless energy.
In one of the highlights, the talented triumvirate lead a chorus of Greek women, in all shapes and sizes, in singing Dancing Queen - a celebration of womankind if ever there was one!
In an age where misogyny seems to prevail and women's value lies in being young and beautiful, Mamma Mia! is a timely and good-humoured reminder that women get even better with age.
It also sees Streep's character enjoy a lifetime of promiscuity and single motherdom (and Abba) without being judged.
Thank you for the music, ladies!
by PHILIPPA BURTON.
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