2008 has been a difficult year so far. Not for the obvious reasons like dealing with a challenging infant or having to move to another country. But because it’s the year I stopped having crushes on Jason Bateman and Colin Firth. As my friend said, the posters have had to come down.
I should not have to explain my crush on ‘Mr. Darcy.’ I think every woman who has ever seen Bridget Jones or the BBC’s version of Pride and Prejudice feels the same way. That is, until they see Mamma Mia.
It’s not just that he’s gay in the movie, which obviously lessens his attractiveness to heterosexual females. It’s hearing him sing; and ‘Our Last Summer’ at that. A song which is best appreciated sung by a singer whose first language is, say, Swedish.
But when Colin Firth sings it in his thin, proper British voice, there is no mistaking the beyond-cheesy lyrics: ‘and we sat down in the grass, by the Eiffel Tower…..Those crazy years, it was the time of the flower-power.’
And Pierce Brosnan – formerly James Bond. It just doesn’t work, listening to him sing, well anything, but particularly ‘when all is said and done.’ When sung by Abba, one doesn’t fully comprehend the lyrics, which is for the better. But when sung by a former spy with an Irish accent, there is no missing the proverbial cheese.
‘In our lives we have walked some strange and lonely treks. Slightly worn but dignified and not too old for sex.’
I don’t think my fellow moviegoers appreciated it when I chuckled audibly.
I wonder if he has watched the movie and if he cringes when he does.