Mamma Mia!

Mamma Mia! ★★★

mom dance party cinema. nothing happening under the surface but that surface is surprisingly elaborate in construction; whole lotta effort went into making this seem like effortlessly sunny, wine-soaked fun which, tbh, it succeeds at more often than not. most of the mediocre-bad singing is made up by sheer charisma and that brosnan chest hair. also, maybe it's just me (experience with both the music and as a terrible singer), but ABBA always seemed to naturally lend itself to people of all,,, talents,,, ABBA belongs to all of us is what i'm saying.