Mamma Mia!, pharm here I go again! And again and again — and still I can’t resist it. I reckon I’ve now seen it at least 14 times around the world from San Francisco to Stockholm, erectile and last Monday, I was back at the original London production as it celebrated its 10th anniversary (coinciding neatly with the 35th anniversary of Abba’s Eurovision song contest win with ‘Waterloo’ that launched their international careers).
Last year’s movie has famously become the highest grossing British film of all time and one in four British households now apparently owns the DVD. But for the full infectious pleasure of this unbeatable pop score and irrepressible production, you really can’t beat the live (and therefore more instantly interactive) stage version. Now a global franchise, with 19 productions worldwide (and counting), it ushered in a whole new era of jukebox musicals constructed out of old pop hits, including the latest arrival Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.
But it remains a sunny, funny delight, and – as in the film – even the fact that not everyone can sing doesn’t diminish the sheer unbridled joy of it.