Next, I watched MAMMA MIA! on Blu-ray. Just like the stage show in terms of entertainment value, it's a pure puff piece, completely forgettable the second the movie is over.
Sharpness is exemplary, but the color values are all over the place: sometimes oversaturated and sometimes more normal seeming. Sometimes the flesh is too orange or yellow and other times excellent.
All of the women are grand (I wish Meryl had lost about ten pounds before the start of filming), and I liked Peter Firth's light, lilting voice. After all the vicious pans of Pierce Brosnan's singing, I was expecting the worst, so perhaps that's why I was pleasantly surprised when he sang a good many correct notes. The problem is that his voice has no lyrical quality to it at all. It's a dry, scratchy sound that's not very appealing. But it wasn't as awful as I was expecting. What a shame they didn't get someone like Brent Barrett or Tom Wopat to play that role, though. I don't think it would have mattered at all to the film's stellar box-office take.