I can honesty say I have never been to the cinema and wanted to jump out of my seat and start dancing and singing. Except for last night. Last night was an exception. I saw Mama Mia!
If feel-good movies are your fang, and you're an Abba fan, you'll adore this movie. It stars Meryl Streep, Pierce Brosnon and Julie Walters, to name just a few of the cast. Okay, some of the singing is dubious. Let me tell you that Pierce Brosnon does not have a classically trained singing voice, or even a mediocre, passable singing voice. But the cheerful songs, picturesque scenery and the general fun vibe of the film, allow you to excuse his singing voice.
Oh did I say I have never wanted to jump out of my SEAT at the cinema before? Silly me, what I meant to say was BEAN BAG. Last night I watched Mama Mia! on a bean bag, at the front row. It was the only position left remaining. You kind of get used to the bean bag, and you even get used to being so close to the screen that you think you are going to fall into the picture. Literally.
This is another example of me doing things from one extreme to the other.
Several years back my friends and I visited the theatre to see the stage adaption of Mama Mia! Alas the viewing and the sound were very limited to say the least. Our seats were rubbish, the back row, and it seemed the tallest people in the world were sitting in front of us. Mind you, a few of these tall people moved, much to my horror, as one of my friends (I won't mention her name, bless her) was a tad too enthusiastic with the wine and the singing, and kept jumping up in the wrong places and singing all the wrong words. At one point I tried to gag her with my scarf as I was aware of members of the audience tutting and looking slightly perplexed at my friends actions.
Last night watching Mama Mia! was a calmer affair. The big screen at the front row has never looked so big. There were no tall people in front of us. There was no one in front of us at all, just our bags, drinks, popcorn, doritos and cheese sauce. No jumping up and singing 'Dancing Queen' and 'Take a chance on me' at inappropriate times. Although my foot spent the majority of the time tapping on the floor, and I was tempted a few times to jump up and sing Abba songs at the top of my voice. But I do not have a passable singing voice either (you're not alone Pierce!) so luckily I stayed on my bean bag, slurping my drink and scoffing my food. What a great night.
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