Light, airy, and sweet, this is a sugar doughnut of a movie. Set five years after the events of the first film, Sophie (Amanda Seyfried; Mean Girls) is mourning the loss of her mother Donna (older version played by Meryl Streep) while planning the grand reopening of her hotel. Through conversations with her mother’s friends and Sophie’s three potential fathers (Colin Firth, Pierce Brosnan, and Stellan Skarsgard) – and the music of Swedish pop group ABBA – she reconnects to the memories of her mother’s younger self (played by Lily James; Baby Driver) and learns how she came to their beautiful island.
It might not have needed it, but the flashbacks to Donna’s youth add some depth to her situation from the first film and show off a talented younger cast. When the first film released ten years ago, there was some controversy surrounding the fact that Donna didn’t know which of the three men was Sophie’s biological father, but the new film contextualizes her relationships in a natural way without either condemning or apologizing for her actions. The younger versions of the fathers are each charming in their own distinct ways and are remarkably similar to the older versions both physically and in terms of their mannerisms. That being said, the film belongs to Lily James who radiates joie de vivre with her carefree smile. She also packs a strong singing voice and is able to do the timeless ABBA songs justice.
Behind the scenes, the creative talent has been significantly upgraded. The film is written and directed by Ol Parker (The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel) who embellishes the film with impressive in-camera transitions from past to present and some cute staging during the courtship scenes. The script was also written by Richard Curtis (Notting Hill) whose signature brand of romantic comedy comes through in several scenes. The younger version of Firth is written as the nervous, bumbling Englishman typically played by Hugh Grant and, familiar as it is, the trope still works. Throughout the film, Curtis’s dialogue and heartfelt touch are as enjoyable as ever.
That is not to say the film is without issues. The first half starts with big song numbers before the younger Donna’s character is established which prevents them from having much of an emotional impact. The dancing itself is disappointingly simple for a musical of this scale and consists mostly of characters giddily skipping with outstretched arms and the male cast simply cannot compare with their female counterparts. None of the leading males, either the old or the young versions, can sing or dance. Some opt to talk melodically rather than outright sing to bypass the problem, but it remains a glaring oversight to fill a musical with so many people that are not, in fact, musical.
Despite these qualms, the film is too good natured and happy to be concerned with its own flaws. Part-reunion, part-on-screen-party, the cast is clearly enjoying returning to the island and the story. There isn’t an ounce of cynicism to be found here. This is a world where the best choices are made by gut decisions and everyone ends up happily ever after. It gives fans of the original and musicals in general the songs and the spectacle, particularly one number taking place at sea, that they want to experience. Even for non-believers, Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again offers a celebratory tone and ebullient charm too amiable to offend.
3/5 stars.
After jokingly picking up plastic instruments at a birthday party for a friend’s child, an increasingly bitter 30-something married couple makes the unlikely decision to start a band together, using their fights as inspiration for their songs. Writer-director-star Zoe Lister-Jones and Adam Polly lead the band with some help on the drums from their strange neighbor played by Fred Armisen. The songs may be amateurish, but the performances are enthusiastic and the lyrics are relatable. As the band develops, so does the central relationship. The music-as-couple’s-therapy conceit brings playfulness to the film and their quarreling adds humor to each of the songs. The gradual rekindling and reevaluation of their romance through rock and roll is a heartwarming transition.
Darren Aronofsky (Requiem for a Dream) deserves some type of award. Not just for writing and directing this film, but for convincing a major studio to finance and distribute it in a wide release. Nothing about mother! screams mass appeal. This is the work of a filmmaker of extreme talent with the swaggering confidence and sufficient budget to attempt such a crazy endeavor. A woman (Jennifer Lawrence; The Hunger Games) lives in the countryside with her writer husband (Javier Bardem; No Country for Old Men) in idyllic peace until a fan knocks on their door. Before long the house descends into chaos as droves of unwanted guests commandeer her space, becoming increasingly rabid for her husband’s approval. Interpretations range from ecological damage to biblical stories to the insatiable ego of an artist but what remains constant is the sheer skill needed to pull something like this off. mother! a mesmerizing, dizzying, often frantic film that could only be made by a director with Aronofsky’s originality and mad ambition.
It’s hard to think of a film that turns an unsettling premise into such a joy to watch. Without spoiling the setup (it’s better to not know before viewing), James (Kyle Mooney; Saturday Night Live) rejoins his family as an adult and is obsessed with Brigsby Bear, a TV show that only he has had access to. His parents encourage him to reintegrate with society, but fandom remains his highest priority. With no more episodes being developed, he decides to create a movie that will be Brigsby’s final chapter. Instead of ridiculing James’ unrealistic goals, the film takes every opportunity to support him. Characters band together around his infectious enthusiasm and childlike wonder. As James embarks on his journey, his naivete and confusion about the norms of society provide an endless source of humor. Mooney’s effervescent charm permeates every frame of the film. It’s a counterpoint to our cynical times that is bursting with genuine exuberance and unbridled optimism.
Greta Gerwig (Damsels in Distress) could not have had a more auspicious debut than this. Her first film as a solo writer-director draws on her own experiences growing up in Sacramento and follows Lady Bird (Saoirse Ronan; Brooklyn) in her last year of high school. The fiercely independent daughter of an equally strong-willed mother (Laurie Metcalf), Lady Bird struggles to find her place in her hometown. She drifts through different social groups, boyfriends, and arguments with her mother. As a young woman trying to define herself, Ronan captures the conflicted, confused teenage experience and Gerwig is completely in tune with her difficulties. She separates her film from other teen stories by examining not only Lady Bird, but an entire home (including her mother, father, and brother) in transition. She views these characters as equally important and shows how each is simultaneously facing their own life altering challenges. Her ability to balance multiple plotlines and see the greater context of each character’s arc make this one of the best coming-of-age movies in recent memory.
Despite being my top pick for last year, this may be the most idiosyncratic choice on this list. Terence Davies’ biopic on the life of Emily Dickinson will not be for everyone. It’s slow moving with the elaborate, often flowery dialogue of the period and makes no attempt to build to a traditional climax. Rather, the film presents Dickenson’s adult life in deeply sympathetic detail. Cynthia Nixon (Sex and the City) delivers a career defining, nuanced performance as the great poet.