Saturday, July 19, 2008

Mama Mia!

By David Luhrssen
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For me, Abba was never a guilty pleasure. They were usually a pleasure, period. Most of their hits were great little soap operas sung in Berlitz lesson English to irresistible melodies with unassailable arrangements. They were pure pop for now people in the 70s.

Abba was never as big in benighted America as elsewhere, but that began to change with the 1999 Broadway debut of one of the most lucrative musicals ever, Mama Mia! The plot, loosely strung together through a sequence of Abba songs, concerns a fatherless 20-year old girl about to be married. Reading her mothers diary, Sophie gathers that mom was never certain of who fathered her. There were three possibilities. Sophie decides to invite them all to the wedding, behind moms back. Which one will escort her down the aisle?

Lets not get too persnickety or unwilling to suspend disbelief. Classic operas have been built from thinner concepts, as have many beloved musicals from Hollywoods golden age. The extraordinary box office enjoyed by Mama Mia! practically insured its transformation into a movie musical, especially at a time when the once dormant genre has made a cautious comeback with The Producers and Hair Spray.

Like any good song and dance picture from the 1940s and 50s, Mama Mia! is soaked in bright color and brighter melodies. It boasts an enviable cast. Starring as Donna, Sophies mom with a wild past, Meryl Streep proves game at motherhood and business. Shes slumming but having a good time. Donna owns a charmingly rundown villa-resort on a remote Greek island, set like a sun-dazzled diamond on the wine dark sea. The scenery is almost worth the ticket price. OK, the rental once its released on DVD.

Pierce Brosnan, Stellan Skarsgaard and Colin Firth play the trio of long-ago boyfriends and presumptive fathers, Sam, Bill and Harry. The personality chasms separating these three men are wide enough to be funny (though the script doesnt exploit this as well as it could) and makes one wonder about the catholicity of moms tastes. Brosnan, Skarsgaard and Firth appear as comfortable in their light roles and just as willing as Streep to burst into Abba songs. It must be said that the original recordings were better. Those chilly Nordic harmonies captured the vibe with greater aptitude than the uncertain voices of the cast.

The screenplay includes anachronistic allusions to flower power and Sid Vicious, as if they shared the same time frame; photos of the three boyfriends from 20 years earlier make them look like a Spinal Tap tribute band. Mama Mia! is helmed by its stage director, Phyllida Lloyd, who nails the silly theatrical exuberance without a thought of cinematic grandeur. Mama Mia! probably wont be cited alongside Singing in the Rain or Moulin Rouge. Its not epochal but merely a bubbly two-hour summer vacation to a comical, nostalgic world beyond the reach of high gas prices, credit card debt, failed mortgages and the uncertain future of the world. Maybe thats as good as it gets in the summer of 2008.

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