Mamma Mia! Please Don't Let James Bond Sing.

I saw Mamma Mia last night. It was really good. It was not something the Husband would like, but it was funny and the music was great.

It helps to enjoy a cute, silly, funny, not gonna make you think movie musical if you have had a few glasses of red wine.

The wine also helps to tolerate Pierce Brosnan's singing. He tries. He looks like he's in pain when he is singing, but he tries. I will forever think of Pierce in Pain when I hear S.O.S.

It was like watching one of the first weeks of American Idol. You know when the sad people are trying to win a spot. You want them to stop singing because they are so bad, but you can't stop watching because you can't believe some one who sings THAT BAD is actually auditioning. (My personal favorite was the Boy singing Like a Virgin.)

I have decided that they are the ones who don't have a mother, because any GOOD mother would look at their child and say "Baby, I love you and you are great, but you can't sing."

That's James Bond. The boy who tries to sing, but just falls short.

So, go out to eat with a bunch of chicks. Drinks a few glasses of red wine and go see the movie. You will love it.