Eenie Meenie, Mamma Mia!

Very few reviews to choose from. Here’s something tepid from the Guardian‘s Peter Bradshaw (as if we care what he thinks

Mamma Mia! The Movie is very different. Everything has been squeaky-cleaned up. It too has a feelgood wedding motif – but there is no irony, no heartache, certainly no paralysing illness, no dramatic plausibility, and weirdly, no hint that the characters know whose songs they are singing; there is no sense of perspective on the music. In Mamma Mia! Abba is everywhere and nowhere. This is Planet Abba or Abbaworld. The characters are forever dancing and smiling and bursting into Abba songs like Stepford cyborgs when you flip the secret panel behind their heads and press the Life-Affirming Behaviour button. An Abba instrumental is even used when the bride walks up the aisle, instead of Handel. And nobody ever says: “Oh for Gawd’s sake, just for a change, can we sing something by the Carpenters?”

I’d post something sweeter but I don’t want to get any mold on it. 56% score on RT at the moment. Is there a sundried Greek recipe that calls for half fresh tomatoes and half rotten ones? I’m sure with the right blend of Mediterranean spice and chopped jive… and a wave of the magic wand: Abba-cadaver! …um, oh.