Musicals make me smile. Sometimes they are cheesy, full of people breaking into random song at random times evoking random emotional effects. But mostly, I dig ‘em A LOT. Today I saw Mamma Mia on screen.
I had been fortunate enough to see the live version a couple of years ago with my family in Denver. Over my Christmas break, my folks and brother met me in the city for an early Christmas present. Since the show had just begun it’s tour, a few of our friends heard crazy reviews of opening nights. "Fans came in go-go boots or old prom outfits: dresses and colorful tuxes alike." So what did my mom do but bring a few options for us to try out. And why not? We for sure tried on the dresses and got some photos, but alas the spring-time formals for a New Orleans prom weren’t quite appropriate for the winter wonderland of the Rockies. We should have gone for it anyway and just bundled up because by time even the first act was over, we were on our feet dancing and singing. At this point in the run of the show, the die hard fans had already seen the show a few times and couldn’t afford to grace the theater with their "in-style" evening wear. Despite the "matured" attire, the crowd relived the good ol’ days of ABBA or caught the vibe from those around who had lived it as was the case of my brother and I. We’re lucky enough to have a Dad who owns a few of their vinyls so we never missed a beat.
That’s how I felt about today’s experience. I didn’t miss a beat. I laughed so hard even in places where no one else did. I’m blessed with a silent laughter when I’m really worked up so it didn’t matter much, except, of course, when I came up for a big gasp of air. On top of that, I enjoyed the movie with 4 generations: a whole crowd of senior citizens made up the lower seats, with kids, teenagers, and parents throughout the theater. What a joyous occasion!
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