THERE ARE NO SPOILERS IN THIS REVIEW IN CASE YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE MOVIE YET!
So it is a full ten years since the original Mamma Mia! hit the screens and become a cinema phenomenon – it was the UK’s most popular film of 2008 and held the record as the most successful film in the UK until the last few years- even now it is still the UK’s 11th highest grossing film of all time.
A sequel had been talked about for a long time but no one had been able to come up with the right story or script until now. The trick this time was to do a Godfather 2 and have the sequel as a joint prequel as well. The idea came from Richard Curtis’ daughter (Scarlett – listed as ‘Creative Consultant’ on the film’s credits) and it was Richard Curtis (Love Actually & Four Weddings et al) and Director Ole Parker (The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel) who have co-written Mamma Mia Here We Go Again (let’s call it HWGA!) who finally came up with the story and script that delivers.
You might think it rather dangerous to have a brand new writing team to pen the sequel (Catherine Johnson had written and Phyllida Lloyd had directed the original stage play and film) and you might think it would not work – but it works and how!
HWGA suceeds so well as it follows the spirit of the original very closely and still has its creator Judy Cramer on board together with the people who made it all possible in Benny Anderson and Bjorn Ulvaeus – it weaves some great ABBA songs into a story that does not take itself too seriously and keeps the energy and fun at a consistent octane level.
The new movie though starts with Sophie (Amanda Seyfried) setting up ‘Hotel Belladonna’ with Sam, who is of course also one of her fathers (Pierce Brosnan). But there are problems ahead – she is having disagreements with her partner Sky (Dominic Cooper) and there are storms ahead (physical as well as mental) for the grand opening with 2 of her 3 possible fathers (Colin Firth and Stellan Skarsgard) not able to attend.
But it really kicks off when the film switches to Oxford 1979 when the young Donna (played by the ever effervescent t Lily James) graduates by an impromptu version of ‘When I kissed the Teacher’ with younger versions of fellow Dynamos band members Rosie (Alexa Davies) and Tanya (Jessica Keenan Wynn)- from there we follow Sophie as we learn how she meets young Sam (Jeremy Irvine), young Bill (Josh Dylan) and of course young Harry (Hugh Skinner). There are also a few surprises with Grandma (OK Great Grandma!) Cher (she does an amazing ‘Fernando’ with Andy Garcia) and more!
There are some great stand out highlights – my personal favourite is ‘Dancing Queen’ which has always being the emotional heart of the show and film- but this time it is like the end of Dunkirk with numerous small boats approaching Hotel Belladonna to make sure it does have its grand opening after all. Hugh Skinner and Lily James have great fun in a light hearted version of ‘Waterloo’ and the climax of ‘Super Trouper’ with well, everyone is a great way to finish off the movie –but make sure you stay until the very end of the credits for a great little treat!
Like its predecessor, HWGA is also very funny. There is a great in joke with Omad Djalli about pretty much anyone who wants to get a boat to the hotel’s island and the rapport between the present day Rosie (Julie Walters) and Tanya (Christine Baranski) is as good and bitchy as ever.
Lily James confirms the promise she showed as Churchill’s secretary in the recent outstanding Darkest Hour and with Amanda Seyfried largely holds the film together as the central characters-but even they were almost outshined by Alexa Davies (who played Lance’s daughter in the brilliant The Detectorists) as the young Rosie. She is very sassy and is especially good when her attempt to get off with ‘Scandi dream guy’ Young Bill is thwarted- her answer with any failed romance is like with old Rosie cake and more cake….
Go and see HWGA and you will have the time of your life- it is about as much fun as you can have at the moment!
The latest film season at the BFI South Bank is a reappraisal of Actress and Director Ida Lupino- not the most well-known of auteurs – which runs throughout June.
I caught with my brother the introduction to Ida Lupino and her work with a short-ish lecture by well-known film programmer Geoff Andrew. Although the talk was not up to the standard of say Sir Christopher Frayling’s talk on Sergio Leone’s westerns recently, it was though a good entry into the world of Lupino.
Born in London (well- Herne Hill although Andrew said it was Camberwell- but what’s 2 miles?), was born into the ultimate showbiz family, her mother was a stage actress who married the better known Stanley Lupino who was a regular writer and performer of shows in the 1930’s. He hailed from the famous Italian Lupino family who had its theatrical origins going back to the 17th century.
Ida Lupino being brought up in such a family was a precocious child, who had written her first play by the age of 7 and by 10 had memorised all of Shakespeare’s female roles. It was not long before she started working in films both in the UK and Hollywood, although she soon got fed up playing the familiar ‘bad girl’ roles she was so often asked to portray.
You may have caught her recently on Talking Pictures TV in the 1933 I Lived With You written by and also starring Ivor Novello. She move to Hollywood fairly soon afterward. She made a film career out of a series of Columbia films (like The Light That Failed (1939)) before really hitting her acting stride for Warner Brothers. Her output there was impressive playing the sultry femme fatale in They Drive By Night (1940) and High Sierra (1941)- and in both films gave Humphrey Bogart a run for his money.
However, super stardom avoided her perhaps because she was seen as being too picky in her roles as she was often on suspension at Warner Brothers for either turning down roles offered to her or where she suggested too many changes to the script.
The suspensions though were to allow her a career as film-maker to flourish. With her second husband Collier Young (perhaps best known as creator of Ironside (1967-1975) ) she formed her own production company and together they made a series of low budget, independent films about social issues. They ranged from Never Fear (1949), about Polio (Lupino herself suffered from the disease), Outrage (1950) regarding Rape & The Hitchhiker (1953) about a real life psychopath. Her film making career though ended around 1965 where she transitioned to TV mostly in guest roles in such stuff as Bonanza (1959), The Virginian (1963-65) and The Streets of San Francisco (1975). Lupino also directed an episode of The Twilight Zone –the only woman to have done that.
She retired from the entertainment business when she was only 60 (1978).
The excerpts Geoff Andrew chose of Lupino’s career both in front and behind the camera were good examples of her work and you could tell that she was probably happier as a film maker where she was able to craft stories of realism that she felt audiences –particularly after WWII- were seeking. Andrew said that he was unsure if you could call Ida Lupino a feminist filmmaker but certainly she was a rarity in being one of the few female directors around and she has been influential and her films are worth catching.
The latest Theatre 62 production that I and my close friends saw was the splendid Sir Alan Ayckbourn play written in 1994 Communicating Doors. Its genesis is an interesting one as Ayckbourn was inspired by the series of J B Priestley’s time travel plays (think The Inspector Calls (1946)) and wanted to write something about what lay behind hotel room doors. The play is for him a light and optimistic piece of work and plays on various films like Psycho and of course Back to the Future.
Anyway in this production that we saw about halfway through its run takes places in three time zones – 1998, 2018 & lastly 2038. It starts in 2038 with Prostitute and Dominatrix Poopay -real name Phoebe –( the very buxom Alice Heather) being let in to ‘service’ businessman Reece (Rob Chambers), except he does not want her for sex but to witness his confession of having asked his psychopath assistant Julian (the outstanding Howard James) to murder his two wives.
Now this is where the real fun starts as Poopay/Phoebe discovers that by going through a particular door she ends up in the same hotel room but 20 years earlier where she meets Ruella (Janet Sharrock) who is Reece’s second wife. Here she tries to convince her that she is going to be murdered and eventually they hatch a plan to change history –or is that to make history?
This involves them going forwards and back including to 1998 where first wife Jessica (Ruth Aylward) is on her honeymoon and like Ruella, she has to be convinced that Reece is going to do her in via the nasty Psycho like mother fixated henchman.
If this sounds rather complicated you have no need to worry as most of the audience just accepted that you can travel through time via a hotel like Tardis and we were able to settle down and just enjoy the capers of a ‘Sexual Consultant’ trying to tell a middle class and high class group of wives that their hubby is trying to get them murdered. As in most Theatre 62 productions there were laughs galore -especially when Julian ends up underneath a sofa and having to be carried out by the wives yet to be killed and a good bit of slapstick where everyone almost ends up falling from the hotel window! The whole thing was very well directed by Kerry Heywood and designed by Alan Matthews.
Of the ensemble cast, Howard James continued his fine form as the nasty Julian who seemed to have a real distaste for women (blame his mother), as Phoebe/Poopay Alice Heather needed to be good and she was. Good support was given by Janet Sharrock, Rob Chambers and Ian Evans.
The latest gem uncovered by Talking Pictures TV is what on the face of it is a standard ‘quota quickie’ –The Last Journey (1936), but look more closely and you will find an especially memorable human interest thriller.
It is part of what you might call the ‘disaster movie’ genre especially that of the ‘runaway train’. The Twickenham Films production’s plotline is fairly simple – Julian Mitchell plays a train driver due to make his last GWR (steam) train run to ‘Filby’ and ‘Mulchester’. Reluctant to retire and driven crazy by the (false) idea that his wife (Olga Lindo) is having an affair with is fireman (this is a steam train after all!) played by Michael Hogan , he determines that this trip will be a final one (“No return ticket- this is The Last Journey!”) he screams at Hogan.
However the 66 minutes of the film go quickly as writers John Soutar, H Fowler Meare and Joseph Jefferson Farjeon create as quirky a group of passengers that many a screenwriter could wish for.
Amongst those on board we have a bigamist (the dapper Hugh Williams), a grand stutterer, a likeable bonnie and clyde duo (Eliot Makeham & Eve Gray) robbing their way across GWR, a ‘brain doctor’ (always handy when you have a mentally ill train driver on board) as well as a lady roaming the third class coaches getting people to sign ‘the pledge’ (it is 1936).
Few of the cast made it big and managed to get out of these kind of ‘B’ movies, and whilst the acting is often of the highest ham order, it is a really engaging ride with them.
Perhaps the most interesting aspect of The Last Journey is its director Bernard Vorhaus. Although a New Yorker by birth he was a mentor of the great David Lean and was busy in the 1920s making B films for Republic Pictures and then across the Atlantic including The Last Journey. He also made some important instructional air films with Ronald Reagan. However for Vorhaus, it was not Reagan’s politics that rubbed ofs as he affiliated himself with Communism which led him to be blacklisted in 1951 and moving back to the UK. Rather than resurrect his career on our shores like fellow blacklister Cy Endfield (director of films such as Hell Drivers also on the wonderful Talking Pictures TV), he decided to renovate buildings in England.
Vorhaus’ work was rediscovered in the 1980s when he had a retrospective at the British Film Institute and shortly before he did at the ripe old age of 95, his memoirs were published.
So, The Last Journey is probably his best work and is a very diverting hour or so,
