I think I've discovered another one of my (many) shortcomings as a parent. We're in Vancouver tonight, taking the kids to see Mamma Mia at the Queen Elizabeth Theatre. Nothing wrong with that. In fact it almost seems like a responsible thing to do...exposing your kids to live theatre. No, the actual problem didn't become obvious until about half way through the first act, but once I noticed it I spent the rest of the evening trying to figure out how this happened...My kids didn't know any of the words.
OK perhaps it's not a major parenting shortfall, and besides, it's all fixed now. Two and a half hours straight of catchy pop songs is enough to leave a permanent imprint of a band on anyone's mind. So now that they are armed with knowledge of the greatness that is ABBA, how did they like the show? Meh...
In their defense, it wasn't the greatest version of Mamma Mia that I've seen either. This is the fourth time that I've seen the play performed, and this would be probably be my least favorite cast. They weren't terrible, but they just didn't have a real charisma, and they seemed almost a bit mechanical. I guess my kids have been to enough shows now to be able to decide for themselves if they like a show or not. This one wasn't panned, but it wasn't the focus of conversation afterwards either.
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