‘I don’t know how, but I suddenly lose control, there’s a fire within my soul.’
To the island of Vis. The film location of ‘Mama Mia, here we go again‘ want to go and live there, Vis. Third time watching the movie that has, all of us, and I mean all of us, wanting. Happy, sad, on the edge, by the sea-side, all about love wanting to live there. It is one fantastic, piece of entertainment. I found myself singing, crying uncontrollably (it’s the mother thing) and determined to move to such a place, so much so that I came home and googled Vis. Croatia tourism board in supreme delight. I wonder how many are googling properties in Vis with the hope of being Donna?
Dare I say, escapism is good. Grand in fact for the soul. Should be more than that. Removes us from the daily grind and should the tempest of escapism lay there, it may ignite some soul searching, with the music of course, into the doing. For there are times we lament our lives, and circumstances and just wish for beach and gorgeous decor, complete with friends and love in the deal.
Sitting in the cinema with our popcorn, we are transported. We don’t think about the reality of child care, school bullies, tax accountants and those months of winter when these idyllic places are empty. We only think of vistas and decor, sublime meals and evenings with passion. And then we leave to the gum lined streets and the tube. Okay by me, because in that moment, in that one and a half hours of going somewhere else, we were back in the seventies, with the fashion and careless wanderings. I am crazy about the fashion!
Is it so bad to just let go? To stop worrying about the house, the material things, the heaviness of life and pack a little suitcase and just go … no matter where, but just go? Would I do it, would you do it? I wonder.
This ‘Dancing Queen’ was my era! I do believe I need to dance to this song and skip down towards a beach rather soon …
So what am I trying to say here? Everyone is embracing the movie – the flash back to the seventies and getting all inspired by it. Should I find the dungarees and do the same? Should I be inspired enough to take the gist of the whole thing and go … there is a world out there for me, one I know but never really had the confidence to explore? Can we, in Silver Street, still take a chance?
Got to get me some dungarees …
Thank you for the music.
Mama Mia, here I go again … my, my I could never let you go.
Images: The bbc and daily mail.