I need to start by saying that I am not an inordinately rabid fan of ABBA, nor am I a musical theater acolyte -- in fact I hate musicals for their campy, over-the-top cheesiness. Needless to say, I did not see Mamma Mia! on Broadway. I went to see an early screening of the film adaptation of said Broadway musical with a fair amount of trepidation. And I was pleasantly surprised by my lack of homicidal feeling once the closing credits rolled.
I think the Casting Gods are teasing me. First off, there's a rumor going around that Clint Eastwood might just sign on to play the mayor of Gotham City in the next Batman movie. And secondly, reports have surfaced that Nicolas Cage got cast in a movie that otherwise sounded like it would have been perfectly good. The two tidbits are such polar extremes they threaten to cancel each other out. My Nicolas Cage gag reflex hit me at about the same time as my Clint Eastwood WHOO! reflex, and I had to lie down for a second.
Beverly Hills Chihuahua stayed atop the box office for the second week in a row. Apocalypse to follow, but not before we see more movies about talking dogs and the 'hoods from whence they came. You know how Hollywood works: If a movie makes money, they make 50 clones of it. So I invite you to play the Location Movie Dog game with me. Take a city or town, add a dog breed and voila! You have a multi-million dollar grossing movie. The title alone causes the script to write itself. The winner gets a contract at Disney and a free copy of that CGI mouth-moving software, the one that makes the baby on those E-trade commercials look like the Anti-Christ. Here are my game submissions.