I was supposed to watch Mama Mia when it showed in the cinemas, but I am so good in not doing what I’m saying that I failed to watch it. This is one of the reasons why I have to be thankful for p2p sharing clients (whoever came up with the torrent must have his statue erected).
My copy was far from good. It was dark, angled a certain degree to the right, and at first i thought I was cheated when the title flashed AMMA MIA! A typo, but what the foot. Anyway, that was expected from a pirate.
Meryl Streep – the Meryl Streep – is simply incredible. If only there is an award for the Most Versatile Actress, she should have bagged loads before. This is in sharp recall of her performance in the Devil Wears Prada where she played the role of the Runway empress, utterly demanding, but always at a cool and always composed, that you can’t help but admire, pity, and hate her all at the same time.
Here in Mama Mia, I swear I couldn’t believe my eyes when the devil suddenly turned into an ordinary woman from a far-off island, wearing a rugged denim jumper and with a hair that makes you wonder whether she’d been electrocuted. Plus, she’s actually so hyper, jumping in bed one time, cying copiously other time, and singing – yes, singing! – almost half the time. Now imagine Miranda.
One thing I loved in this movie is that the songs were surprisingly all fitting. Unlike the other musicals wherein the songs follow after the story, here, the story was made, I suppose, to give credit to the songs. They were all ABBA, all classics, all familiar, all beautiful. I was so happy to hear Super Duper and Chiquitita. I used to play them over and over in our karaoke.
It would be exciting to hear and see other musicals from artist-exclusive classics. How about MLTR? Or the Beatles?
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