“It’s about to get extra.”
That was what one of the guys behind my wife and I at the pre-premiere screening of “Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again” last night said right before Cher made her grand entrance. (Anyone who has seen or heard anything about the movie knows Cher’s in it, so I don’t think I’m spoiling anything, although I won’t mention the cameo that go me illogically excited.)
We were there because my wife won free tickets to the screening, and I laughed at the comment and turned around to clap for the guy who made it.
I’m a much-easier judge than most reviewers, as my basic standard is “Was I entertained?” It’s probably why I don’t have much use for reviewers.
And “Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again” easily met that standard.
Like it’s predecessor, “Mamma Mia!” — which I only saw the other night so I could have some idea what I was getting into with the sequel — it was at various points funny, silly, poignant and goofy.
The music was good, the scenery spectacular, and while it was kitschy as all get-out — let us not forget that the whole premise is building a story around ABBA songs — it was a really good movie that told several really nice stories.
And like the original, it was fun.
And I don’t think we consider the value of just having fun nearly enough.