Gameplan: 1) Sing Abba 2) ??? 3) Profit

Rating: 1/10 (4 December 2008)

If you want proof of how a movie could be drawn out of thin air just connecting the dots which are really songs in a band's catalog, do the right thing.
Choose Beatles and watch Julie Taymor's excellent Across the Universe. But if you wanna forget the nam war, and take a bite out of a fake flower power cold leftovers and feel the plasticky taste on your tongue, savour how far you can push a silly style without a bare trace of some substance, then definitely watch this.
In this badly casted, poorly sung and worse written movie, everything seems out of place. The first half hour goes about with everybody screaming on the top of their lungs and trying hard to convey a feeling of sunny joyfulness while brutally forcing their faces into meaningless atrocious expressions and squeezing their eyeballs out of their skulls, then again some more shrieking for good.
You would believe it couldn't go more downhill than that, but then a plot tries to unfold (and utterly fails), because of the sheer nothingness it is made of. Vocal performances that you could pull out under shower (and I'll just say Brosnan), leave you plenty of time to appreciate the gorgeous backdrop which is Greece, and also a bit more to ask yourself why this had to be done, really.
The vacuum-packed silliness of the story is completely revealed by the end (which ideally should have been the marriage), and then it will be full clear why it doesn't really end there.
It's just an excuse to sing some Abba. And make money. See the summary.