Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again can not be reviewed by normal standards. Both it and it’s predecessor are ridiculous; a feeling that will swing wildly either way depending on whether or not you like ABBA. I do, so the original has long been a favourite.
And by favourite, I do not mean ‘Guilty Pleasure’. I despise the term and there’s no such thing as far as I’m concerned. If you enjoy something and it isn’t harmful to anyone else you should embrace it!
I’ve always found the original film to be a joyous affair; great fun that knows what it wants to be and just goes for it. Here We Go Again doubles down on that feeling. Whilst I don’t think it quite captures the lightning in a bottle a second time, I still thoroughly enjoyed it.
There’s been a lot of focus on Meryl Streep and how much she is in the film, if at all. I’m not here for that.
I turned up for Brosnan, and although I’m saddened to report that the man himself doesn’t do much crooning, his younger self delivers an astonishing impression of his distinctive tone; the half American half Irish tilt comes through just right.
In fact all the younger versions do a great job. The overall design seems to be to dress the young women exactly like they’re older counterparts, and to give the younger men longer haircuts. It’s ridiculous but it works.
Having used most of the ABBA tunes I know in the first film, I was left wanting a few times as I couldn’t bop along as much as I’d like. But when it all clicks…it really hits some high notes.
Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again is the type of cinema we don’t get very often. Utterly aware of itself and not giving too hoots, there’s an energy and frivolity here that I couldn’t help but get caught up in. If you have any love for the first film, great pop music, or generally having a good time, this is for you.