Gentlemen, this is the Gay Police. I need your Gay ID cards immediately - no fast moves, now, just slowly take out your wallet and give me the IDs, then head to the nearest Hooters to begin your lives as unfabulous, SUV-driving, golf-playing (to avoid the ole ball and chain of course) straight boys.
How can you possibly criticize
La Streep for her wonderful turn as Donna, the slut who has no idea who fathered her child? How could you not appreciate the understated atonal arrangements that the producers so cleverly crafted for that
avant garde musical master, Mssr. Brosnan? And how, as self-respecting gay men, can you not put aside all other criticisms when you saw Dominic Cooper's body (swoon!)?
Seriously, when I posted on the "Movies you have seen recently" thread last year about this, I described the little gem of
Mamma Mia! as the perfect summer movie - it was the cinematic equivalent of cotton candy. Very tasty and fun while it lasted, but you forgot all about it within an hour. Personally, I loved it, but because it was campy and schlocky and fun - as for the filming, I highly doubt Ms. Streep was rolling her eyes when she got to spend a month or two in that amazingly beautiful part of the Greek Isles.