I expected movie critics to take to the new Abba-scored jukebox musical Mama Mia! like hyenas to a crippled gazelle, but I didn’t expect the fun in reading about its horribleness to match the purported fun of the film itself. The best eviscerator in the biz, Anthony Lane at the NYer, describes what must be the most painful part, Brosnan singing
Somebody, either a cheeky Swede or another North Korean, has deliberately scored the number a tone and a half too high, with visible results: swelling muscles along the jawline, tightened throat, a panicky bulge in the eyes. There is no delicate way of putting this, but anyone watching Brosnan in mid-delivery will conclude that he has recently suffered from a series of complex digestive problems, and that the camera has, with unfortunate timing, caught him at the exact moment when he is finally working them out. What has he done to deserve this?Stumble it!