Mamma Mia = B-O-R-I-N-G.

I love ALL chick flicks, but this one was so bad I almost got up and left. If I hadn’t been stuck in the middle of a row, I probably would have walked out. It was THAT bad.

It’s a shame, because Sister Sarah and I saw the Broadway version a few weeks ago in New York, and it was wonderful. I think the difference is, Pierce Brosnan looks constipated when he sings, and Meryl Streep will forever remind me of the mean lady in Devil Wears Prada. This is another example of the original being better.