Christy Lemire said in her review,
“The sequel (which is
also a prequel) features a bigger cast, a longer running time, extra subplots
and additional romantic entanglements. But it’s emptier than its predecessor
and has even lower stakes. It’s less entertaining, and for all its frantic energy,
it manages to go absolutely nowhere.
Once again inspired by
the music of ABBA and set on a picturesque Greek island, the second “Mamma
Mia!” is the lightest piece of Swedish pastry with the sweetest chunk of
baklava on the side. And while that may sound delicious, it’s likely to give
you a toothache (as well as a headache).
At one point, during a
particularly clunky musical number, I wrote in my notes: “I am so uncomfortable
right now.” But while the goofy imperfection of this song-and-dance
extravaganza is partially the point—and theoretically, a source of its charm—it
also grows repetitive and wearying pretty quickly.”
Not one moment reaches the catching euphoria of Meryl
Street twisting around in a barn in overalls singing the title song in the original
film, or the emotional depth of her singing The Winner Takes It All
to Pierce Brosnan. Along that area, if you’re looking forward to see Streep
display her playful, musical side again, you’re going to be disappointed.
Despite her noticeable presence in the movie’s marketing, she’s barely in the
sequel.
That’s because Streep’s free-spirited Donna is gone,
we learn at the beginning, but her presence is felt everywhere in sad ways. Her
daughter, Sophie, reprised by Amanda Seyfried, is reopening the inn her mom ran
– now named the Hotel Bella Donna – on the same peaceful (and fictional) Greek island
of Kalokairi where the first film took place. Writer-director Ol Parker (whose
other work includes writing the “Best Exotic Marigold Hotel” movies) goes back
and forth in time between Sophie nervously finishing up her big party she’s
planning and the story of how her mother originally ended up on this solitary island
in the Aegean Sea – and became pregnant with Sophie in the late 1970s without
being entirely sure who the father was.
Lemire said, “Lily James plays young Donna as a
firecracker flower child—a friendly mess of wild, blonde curls and high,
platform boots. (James’ sunny presence is one of the film’s consistent bright
spots.)” We meet the younger version of her best friends and jumpsuit-wearing
backup singers, Tanya (Jessica Keenan Wynn, doing a spot-on impression of Christine
Baranski) and Rosie (Alexa Davies, filling in for Julie Walters). We see her
flirt and fall for the three guys she has feelings for during the summer after
college graduation.
First, there’s the nervous Harry, played by Hugh
Skinner, who tries to charm her with his hesitant French in Paris. Then is the dashing
Swede Bill, played by Josh Dylan, who charms her on the boat that carries her
out to the island. Finally, there’s the aspiring architect Sam, played by Jeremy
Irvine, who’s already vacationing on Kalokairi when she arrives. They will end
up being played by Colin Firth, Stellan Skarsgard and Brosnan, respectively,
and they will be forced into singing ABBA songs that clearly make them
miserable.
Lemire pointed out, “Ah yes, the ABBA songs. They
provided the confectionery connective tissue for the smash-hit stage musical
and the original movie. This time, the ‘70s Swedish supergroup’s tunes that are
the most rapturous are also replays from the first go-round: a flotilla of
fishermen singing and prancing to “Dancing Queen,” or the splashy finale
uniting the whole cast for “Super Trouper.”” A lot of the soundtrack has
lesser-known songs, and the uninspired way those songs are staged and choreographed
rarely allows them to shine.
Lemire noted, “Once again, though, these actors are
such pros that they can’t help but make the most of their meager material.
Baranski and Walters in particular have crackling chemistry again. The brief
moments in which the supremely overqualified Firth, Skarsgard and Brosnan pal
around with each other as Sophie’s three dads made me long to see them together
in something else. Anything else. A documentary in which they have lunch on the
porch under sunny Greek skies, even.”
Then Cher appears. That would seem impossible for this
popular singer ever to be controlled. However, as Sophie’s frequently absent
grandmother, Cher seems strangely ruled in. Again, it’s the strangeness of the choreography:
She just somewhat stands there, singing Fernando, before firmly walking
down some steps to greet the person who she’s singing. (As the hotel’s caretaker,
Andy Garcia conveniently plays a character named Fernando, which is a funny
part.)
Lemire ends her review by suggesting, “But if you’re
down for watching A-list stars belt out insanely catchy, 40-year-old pop tunes
in a shimmering setting, and you’re willing to throw yourself headlong into the
idea of love’s transformative power, and you just need a mindless summer escape
of your own, you might just thoroughly enjoy watching “Mamma Mia! Here We Go
Again.” Don’t think, and pass the ouzo.”
I was surprised to hear that they made a sequel to “Mamma
Mia!” That too, a decade later. What was so great about the first movie that
they decided to make a sequel? The first one wasn’t all that great to begin
with. The sequel doesn’t even try. I saw this on Netflix, I believe, while
exercising and I didn’t like it at all. This is probably worse than the first movie.
Guys, do yourself a favor and don’t see this film on Peacock, where it is
currently streaming. If you saw the first one and didn’t like it, then avoid
the sequel, especially if you’re an ABBA fan. Brosnan can’t sing at all and he
embarrasses himself in this film by singing poorly.
Alright, we have come to the end of “Pierce Brosnan
Month.” I’m sorry that most of the reviews were negative, but that’s how things
are sometimes. Stay tuned next month for more excitement coming right at you.

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