Not your typical Chick Flick
Mamma Mia the movie

Oh a chick flick it is, and that’s for certain. Unless you happen to belong to the sick and twisted group of people who owned every ABBA 8 track ever put out, AND you played them nonstop at high decibels in your 68 Mustang all through your salad days; then the demographic for this film shifts firmly in your direction. But I can’t imagine there are a lot of peeps out there like me.

It blew me away in Sweeney Todd that such non singers could pull off the main roles in a movie musical. But Mamma Mia proves it even more. Star power and good credible acting (along with great music of course) is more important that a quality voice. Who’d a thunk. Meryl Streep could simply NOT carry this role on stage. She can sing, and sing pretty well, but not well enough to carry the audience in a theatre. The audience in a cinema is a different story. If you’d have put a Broadway Belter in that role in this movie who could tear up those tunes, they wouldn’t have even touched the amazing performance Streep put in here—it’s simply her star power and the command she has over her tools. Here’s arguably the best actor of our time, at her peak, and doing what very well may be termed her signature performance. If she doesn’t win another Oscar for this, the academy needs to reboot.