film criticism by maryann johanson | celebrating 25 years: 1997–2022
Oh man, this one just gets funnier the longer it goes on. The creativity and take-that humor of it is simply perfect, right down to that last little gesture. And there’s something about the plush moose head on the piano player that slays me. Thanks to reader Sally for pointing this one out to me.
All these all-singing, all-dancing high-schoolers are downright adorable, and without being annoying about it, either…
You could almost call it, *Where Do Dreams Go to Die?,* this satire that’s so insightful about art and hope and ambition and enthusiasm — and their flip sides of anger and frustration and embarrassment and derailment — that it’s actually painful at times.
If there’s one thing that’s clear from this revue of ABBA’s hit songs, it’s that there really aren’t all that many great ABBA songs, hits or no.
