Wasn’t expecting this—was just expecting to see a literal version of the Hans Christian Andersen story—but this was much better. Smarter. Modern. Cultured.
Moira Shearer was made for/by this role. The dedication to using actual dancers in all the roles makes it a work of art.
Fantastic music.
Making the audience hold on static, close-up shots of the two women singing at each other for a full 4 minutes straight was pure torture. The rest of the movie wasn't easy on the eyes, either. Ariana should get a medal for carrying the move on her (bedazzled) shoulders.
This second installment of the Mamma Mia ABBA concept, however, I found really problematic to get into, due to the fact that it suffers from overwrought, cares-too-much-about-itself, Disnified, Hyperaware Smiley Utopic Blandness. It’s the same chronic illness that affects The Greatest Showman, La La Land, A Star Is Born, Mary Poppins Returns, and every Live-Action Revamp of the Disney Catalogue Ever Made. What does it come down to? Money. These are all unoriginal, manufactured musicals, with uninspired music, shot with…
Fanny Brice invented Any Winehouse.
The fact that Babs was forced to sing about being ugly for 2-1/2 hours and then marry a chronic gambler, all wearing a 20-pound pile of wig on her head in a BATHROBE…
This movie was too much for me. I wish it was just her singing because when she sings she’s magnetic.
