Hungkat’s review published on Letterboxd:
Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again!
My my, how can I resist you?
Mamma mia, does it show again
My my, just how much I've missed you? 🎵🎵🎵
The melodious spirit still flows pretty nicely with its ABBA jukebox trademark, imbuing with some energetic toe-tapping sequences that give you serious euphoric chills – Starting out with the gloriously goofy ‘When I Kissed the Teacher’ as the vivaciously hippie Donna manages to set the tone right for what to follow. Rocking the stage hard with her fellow Dynamos, the zealous intro dazzles, seemingly mapping out a warm-hearted journey of high-spirited youth, singing and swinging to the music of life. Rejoicing to the tune of cheerful Waterloo, in a Paris cafè there, I was hooked. But the fun didn’t last long until the movie starts to wander around pointlessly, in a beautifully isolated Greek island, with nothing new to offer. Imagination’s severely lacked, comparing to the first one, as the secret magical sparks are not enough to keep up the burning flames.
Lily James is quite exceptional as young Donna with her radiant smiles, ebullient vibes that yield a great amount of fiery power that Meryl usually possesses. The story is paper thin - so thin that it hardly justifies its own existence - only to deliver the kind of forgettable joy that evaporates as soon as you exit the auditorium. Yet the songs might stick with you for long after. I am talking about the addictive catchiness of Dancing Queen – so infectious it made people rhythmically move, clap and sway triumphantly. The movie needs more Meryl Streep because when the old Donna actually shows up, she embellishes some emotional touches that become seriously fulfilling. A few unforgettable moments make up for other snoozier bits – young Harry tries speaking French; “Grandma” Cher & Andy Garcia’s lovely "Fernando" ballad that brings back all the feels from “The Winner Takes It All”; and a surprisingly awesome Super Trouper finale aptly provides multiple exuberant kicks for musical high-minds.
In the end, it's a fair ABBA-fanatical’s repertoire no more no less. Now I’m going to sleep with these songs repeatedly looping in my head.