I may have mentioned that I’d like to see a less action/shooty type film to Himself and obtained a promise that he’d take a look at his collection of films for something a bit more “me”. His first choice was a good one, being the film version of a book I’d read with my book club … about a book club. Yes, it was based during the second world war, but … still, the boy done good and if you haven’t seen it it – here’s the trailer to tempt you
Unfortunately, he struck out – big time – with the next choice. For it was Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again. As someone who’s not a great fan of Abba, I’d been to see the first film only as part of a family outing and will admit that – as it went on and I allowed myself to be infected with the mood in the cinema – I did find it enjoyably light entertainment and a bit of fun.
The second one was not. Meryl Streep did well to (largely) avoid this really bad re-hashing of the original story, and as for the shoe-horning of Cher into the story – this can only be described as A Very Bad Idea. Don’t allow the film poster to tempt you in – the only scene worth watching is the closing one with Omed Djalili, which was got its well-deserved laughs here.
But it got Himself and I talking about musicals and our own personal preferences of the genre. Much to my surprise he offered up A Star is Born and Sound of Music as his, and when I offered Seven Brides for Seven Brothers as my favourite of the genre, he was quick to counter with Calamity Jane, as it turns out he loathes my favourite. We traded our views on the musical theatre productions of our era quite companionably. But, when we moved onto old movies, I found myself holding back about my long-held affection for Fred & Ginger black & whites, for I was beginning to fear we were going to end up on opposite ends of that particular spectrum too. Even though I couldn’t see it, I really didn’t want him insisting he preferred Gene Kelly & Cyd Charisse.
With a new version of A Star is Born recently released, and La La Land and The Greatest Showman being hits, it seems that the musical is enjoying something of a resurgance. I wonder if it’s time for me to let go of my old favourites – especially those with a Gershwin tune – and get with the (more modern) programme?
© Debra Carey, 2018