Mamma Mia! (2008) - by J. Molotov

This is a disaster area. I have never seen the play or anything, and only rented this because it looked gay enough to make me happy after 36 days of rain. It didn’t not make me happy, but it wasn’t really what I was expecting. The young people are not attractive enough for the movies. The singing is generally bad. And at the end, it’s all about old ladies getting it on. 

Yeah, Meryl Streep is awesome, but I don’t really care to watch a bunch of old broads getting hooked up with the pale shadows of formerly attractive actors. Pierce Brosnan and Colin Firth both have that look where they are just one tiny bit over their expiration dates, so they aren’t still young enough looking to be really hot and also haven’t yet achieved Old Rascal status, but are in that in-between where the jawline is just a tad too ill-defined and you can see the resignation in their eyes. 

What kills me is that I watched this yesterday after having it in my house for over a week, only to turn on 30 Rock later that same evening and be confronted with it again! As Liz was talking about Jack’s three potential fathers, I was thinking to myself, “This is Mamma Mia. I just watched this,” and then Liz, of course, explains to Jack that it is Mamma Mia and hilarity ensues. Sometimes my friends tell me that I am Liz Lemmon. Situations like this only reinforce that. Although I do not share Lemmon’s enthusiasm for actually watching the “international film song-sation,” I probably would get pretty excited about the prospect of tricking people and then singing on the dock.