My sister in law, She She, and I went to see the movie Mamma Mia last night.
Now please keep in mind, I love me a good musical. I thoroughly believe this world would be a better place if we all broke out in song and choreographed dance moves at least once a day. Think about how much more fun it would be to go to the grocery store or the bank or the post office if you knew there was a possibility people were going to bust out singing and dancing and round-off back-hand-springing across the tiles. And this movie was cute. It was fun, had some humorous moments and a good story. And who doesn't love Meryl Streep? And Colin Firth (sigh) is so dreamy.
Ahem. However... There were moments during the movie when I was uncomfortable. And when I say uncomfortable, I mean embarrassed. Mortified. For the actors. This movie was so over the top and uber-cheesy I actually felt my face turning red several times. And I am the type of person who is almost impossible to embarrass. I was so distracted wondering how the producers got these actors to agree to do this movie. To sing and dance and jump around shirtless in a fountain. I know it sounds hot, but it was sooooo not. I mean I like making money too, but there are limits to what I will do in order to receive a paycheck people. Are you following me here? Have you ever felt embarrassed for the actors in a movie? No??
Okay, let's imagine you are channel surfing on a Saturday afternoon, and you come across Grease 2. And don't even sit there and try to tell me you would not watch it if you saw it playing on TBS. Because you are a liar. I know it, you know it, and everyone here knows it.
So it's the bowling alley scene and everybody's bopping around singing in chorus about how they're gonna score-ore-ore tonight. And you are like, okay, this is kind of fun, I totally wish I could pirouette and bowl a strike at the same time.
And then the scene changes and everyone's in the parking lot watching Michael/Cool Rider jump a police car on his motorcycle and they all start singing ooooh ooooh who's that guy? You start feeling the heat in your cheeks a little. You might actually roll your eyes and chuckle. But then, at the end, and if I am spoiling it for anyone - really I am doing you a favor, it's the talent show scene and Michelle Pfeiffer is in shock or whatever because she thinks Cool Rider is dead. She kind of forgets that she's supposed to be singing about winter and acting like a Christmas tree and she starts imagining she's in biker heaven with Cool Rider. They are singing to each other about the love they lost and how - in this world - can she make it on her own? Then he's standing at the top of that tire mountain, stretches his hand out to her and says in his sexiest dead biker guy voice - "Stephanie, never forget me!"
You know how you feel at that moment?? When you are DYING you are so embarrassed and you're practically hiding under a blanket or your coffee table and praying to GOD ALMIGHTY no one is going to walk in and actually witness you watching that crap??
That is how I felt watching Mamma Mia. I was Grease 2 embarrassed. My face is red and I am curling my toes after just typing all that. And yet, every time I see it's on I'm all excited "Awesome! Grease 2, man!"
Would I see Mamma Mia again? Only if it was on cable and there was no paper trail or proof that I was watching it again. I think I was more embarrassed watching that than I was watching Sex and The City - with my mother in law. So what does that tell you? I would rather be sitting next to my mother in law watching people get it on than go through the agony of Pierce Brosnan's attempts at singing.
Oh mamma mia indeed.