Yup, we finally did it. We finally caved in under the weight of visiting relatives, special offers and secret desire and went to see Mamma Mia on Broadway.
Cleverly the show belongs not to the daughter looking for her father on her wedding day. Nor does it belong to her vapid fiancee. Instead it belongs to her middle aged single mom, her aging yet vampish friend and their fat but spunky cohort (a role MADE for Rosie O'Donnell). When these three women are on stage, performing their schtick (and it IS schtick) the whole thing zips along.
Of course the songs don't fit - Super Trouper for a first reunion gig? - but they are the songs that rocked the midwest the last time the women in the audience had hair that was in style and it goes down a storm. So not bad, not bad at all. $60 worth of not bad I'm not so sure - but with everyone else carrying $111 tickets in their hands I was smiling almost as broadly as Benny and Bjorn's bank manager
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