Mamma Mia!

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Theatre director Phyllida Lloyd makes her feature debut with this star-filled but horribly saccharine adaptation of the stage musical, based on the lyrics of Abba songs.

The story of Mamma Mia! is wafer thin. Meryl Streep plays Donna, a 50something former showgirl who owns a dilapidated hotel on a Greek island. Her 20year-old daughter Sophie, played by Amanda Seyfried (the dippy blonde in Mean Girls), is about to marry her sweetheart Sky (Dominic Cooper),with the ceremony to be held at the hotel.

Having read her mother’s secret diary, Sophie has discovered that her father could have been one of three former lovers that Donna met over the course of a busy month years before. Desperate to meet her father before her marriage, she invites all three (Pierce Brosnan, Colin Firth and Stellan Skarsgard) to come to the island.

Thus met, the gang then race around looking for reasons to sing Abba songs - lyrics crammed to fit the situation - before a predictably sweet and sun-kissed conclusion.

For Dancing Queen, they have a dance and crown a queen. I Have a Dream allows Sophie to dream of her real dad. Money, Money Money brings about a discussion of the hotel’s precarious finances. On it goes, a race through 20 songs from the back catalogue, each of the principals getting their moment centre stage, the story trailing along behind them.

So, it’s rubbish. Yes, it’s upbeat, inoffensive and determined to entertain, but rubbish nonetheless. The biggest challenge of any musical is integrating the songs into an interesting, credible story so that it feels ‘natural’ when the actors suddenly break into song. That never happens here.

Mamma Mia! is jazzed-up karaoke, a feeble excuse to run through the Abba classics, hanging limply from the bare branches of a clumsy, gossamer story.

Streep, who last sang on screen in Postcards From the Edge, has a fine, clear voice, with her natural exuberance covering most of Donna’s character inadequacies.

Likewise, Julie Walters gives it both barrels as best friend Rosie, belting out her numbers and kicking her heels to disguise a shaky, uninvolving presence. As the pair’s preening rich-bitch friend Tanya, comedienne Christine Baranski carries most of the film’s sense of camp - a burden that proves too much for her.

Of the men, only Brosnan shows any signs of having twigged the ridiculous nature of proceedings. He nervously warbles his way through a few numbers, his strained expression and awkward movements betraying his acute discomfort.

Firth, as the millionaire lawyer Harry, plays a former punk but that still doesn’t excuse his tuneless screeching. As the adventurer Bill, Skarsgard doesn’t even attempt an entire number, wisely delivering his few lines in a croaking sing-song and hiding somewhere during the more bombastic set pieces.

If the singing is a disappointment, the unconvincing sets and chocolate-box photography are even more so; the airy, fluent location exteriors crassly matched with the over-lit, unconvincing studio settings. Director Lloyd, who originated the stage show, lacks the basic technical and narrative skills to make the film bounce. Abroad, flat and silly film, Mamma Mia! is strictly for Abba fans.