You hate ABBA, you despise deus ex machina plot devices, or you have a low tolerance for Pierce Brosnan’s singing voice.
The film’s climax is what elevates it to greatness. Without spoiling the ending, the final 20 minutes abandon comedy entirely. Using the song “My Love, My Life,” the film delivers a haunting, beautiful meditation on grief and inheritance. When the full cast assembles for the encore of “Super Trouper,” you realize the film isn’t about finding a father—it’s about becoming a mother. It turns the franchise’s shallow hedonism into a profound statement about loss. Mamma Mia- Here We Go Again
Whereas the first film sometimes hammered songs into the plot like a square peg, Here We Go Again lets the music breathe. The standout sequence is the French château scene set to “Waterloo.” It is a glorious, absurd, perfectly choreographed farce involving waiters, flying champagne, and a confused fire alarm. It is pure joy. You hate ABBA, you despise deus ex machina
A Sun-Drenched Soap Opera: Why Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again Outshines the Original Using the song “My Love, My Life,” the
Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again is a mess, but it is a beautiful, intentional mess. It is too long, the present-day plot is undercooked, and it relies heavily on your tolerance for schmaltz. But when it works—specifically during Lily James’s sun-drenched odyssey and the final tear-jerking tribute—it works better than any jukebox musical has a right to.
Fans of the original, anyone grieving a parent, and people who believe that every problem can be solved with a choreographed dance number on a Greek pier.