I've known people who take exception to films like Chicago and Hairspray on the grounds that their Hollywood casts aren't up to the demands of the stage-inspired choreography, and that the camerawork and editing militate against a coherent expression of physical prowess and orchestrated movement.
There's no reason this motion picture couldn't contain all the effulgence and expertise of other musical adaptations like Hairspray and Chicago, but Lloyd appears to be so blissfully ignorant of the dynamics of moviemaking that, aside from the songs themselves, there's little joy to be found in the musical numbers.
However, in the wake of “Moulin Rouge,” “ Hairspray ,” “ Chicago ” and “Across the Universe,” the movie’s old-fashioned approach just feels old-fashioned.
Although Mamma Mia is not shot with the kind of razzamatazz style a Rob Marshall ( Chicago ) might have brought, Lloyd ’s feature film debut hits the mark with zeal, enthusiasm and the gift of fun.
You won’t find any razor-sharp choreography, pitch-perfect singing, or stunning production numbers in Mamma Mia!, so if you’re looking for another Dreamgirls or Chicago, you’re out of luck.