God, I want Mamma Mia to become the Fast and Furious franchise of musicals. They just keep making them for no reason, and the more they make the more you don’t even care that there isn’t a plot.
You think we care about a plot? The first movie could have been solved in 2 seconds with a DNA test, but instead they decide to sing about how this girl doesn’t know which of these 3 men is her dad for 2 hours and in the end THEY STILL DON’T HAVE AN ANSWER. AND NO ONE CARES.
The plot is ABBA karaoke, and it brings me joy. That’s all you need to know.
Friends would have been better if Chandler and Joey ended up together. Like it’s Chandler and Joey, their lesbian neighbors Monica and Rachel, and their wacky friend Phoebe.
ross died of influenza
The last comment is such a specific fucking sentiment I’m crying
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