– Money

On Sunday, my friend Betsy and I did some consumer research, by sitting through the 4:50pm showing of Mamma Mia!, the movie version of the Broadway musical based on the ABBA repertoire.

We did this so you don’t have to. It is possibly the worst movie I have ever seen, or it may be tied for worst with Baby Geniuses.

MM is not even interestingly bad, and it’s not even worth the price of the summer afternoon treat of sitting in ice-cold air conditioning. Betsy and I frequently cringed in sympathetic embarrassment as the normally talented Meryl Streep or Pierce Brosnan belted out a song and emoted in their close-ups. (Worst: when the close-up occurred as one was singing! Pierce, how could you?)

This is a movie made by capitalist cynics (Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson, who knew?), who have pegged their audience: middle-aged, conventional, probably married people who feel that “life” (i.e., Greek island, beautiful child of uncertain paternity, slutty and artistic sidekicks) has passed them by while they were earning a living and raising their children.

As Betsy and I, both in our early 40s, grabbed each other’s elbow and winced at clunky scenes, two women in their 30s stumbled over us on their way out, halfway through the show. In the row in front of us, women over 50 sniffled and wept as Donna, the Meryl Streep character, sang “The Winner Takes It All” with her blonde hair extensions and red silky cinematic scarf swirling around her face and professionally-slim figure.

It’s a Baby Boomer fantasy, and a hetero one, too, as James reminded me, when I warned him and Doug, who know their theatre, not to see it. Indeed, my intelligence was insulted by the coy, easy-to-miss glance used by Harry, the Colin Firth character, to signal his sexuality late in the movie during a chaotic dance number in a stone church on the top of a craggy, picturesque hill. (Colin, how could you?) When the two youngsters — Sofia, Donna’s 19-year-old love child, and Skye, her fiance — decide at the altar not to get married so they can “see the world instead,” Donna and Sam, the Pierce Brosnan character, decide even more spontaneously not to “waste a good wedding,” and they link up instead.

Disappointingly, there aren’t even any good movie kisses here, between the kids or between the so obviously young at heart.

Someone — Jimmy’s mother? — asked me earlier this summer if I had noticed the rise in food prices. I hadn’t, but then I started paying attention. Wow. Between Betsy and I, we spent $16 for two tickets to a film made only to take our money.

As I sat eating my breakfast today, I realized that I could buy four boxes of this cereal for the same amount, with a few pennies to spare.

Cereal box on stairs

Cereal box on stairs

At $3.99 per box and only 6g of sugar per serving, it’s less expensive and cloying than sitting through Christine Boranski, Meryl Streep, and Julie Walters singing “Waterloo,” in Elvis-like (or is it Elton-like?) get-up over the credits.

7 thoughts on “– Money

  1. At first I was thinking, “Jane, how could you? Didn’t you know it would be bad?” The allure of Brosnan and Firth is just too tempting …watch the Matador- Brosnan will be redeemed!

  2. Em, I thought it would be bad, but good-bad, like Grease.

    It was only bad. We tried to imagine what persuaded all these great actors to participate, and it could only be one thing: points.

    Really, though, do any of them need the money *this* badly?

  3. JLR, you could still see it, and then write about it. Our posts would then be in conversation with each other — kind of like neighbors.

    Lee! This was written by the Other Jane, whom I trot out infrequently. Perhaps people should hear from her more.

  4. Bravo Other Jane! My friend, Kelly, and I were set to go after work tomorrow — and you just saved us! Instead, we plan to go out for dinner and continue our vietnamese-food-eating-research so I can finish a Vietnamese Food Sampler blog post. Much better use of time I’m thinking…and, hopefully, no cringing.

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