In the past couple of weeks I’ve seen two fluffy movies: Crazy Rich Asians and Mamma Mia!Here We Go Again. In case you hadn’t guessed, fluffy movies are those one can watch without having to think too much, and I knew in advance what I was getting into.
I enjoyed both films, though. Fluff can be good for the soul, you know. Crazy Rich Asians made me want to visit Singapore, but only if I could travel in style, while the Mamma Mia! sequel made me yearn for a simple life on a Greek island. If someone, perhaps my fairy godmother, offered me the choice of living one of the lifestyles portrayed in these films I wouldn’t hesitate. It would be Mamma Mia! all the way.
Imagine me, dressed in denim overalls, singing ABBA songs and dancing my way over cypress dotted hills and down to a sparking blue harbor to meet the ferry, never knowing who might step off the boat that day. I’d fit in much better there than with the über wealthy crowd in Crazy Rich Asians, never knowing which gown to wear or which fork to use.
The point is moot, though, since not even a fairy godmother could convince Studly to leave Doright Manor for long. And where he goes, I go. And that’s no fluff.
Peace, (and dancing) people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
I love fluff!
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Fluff, sometimes, is enough.
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😀😀
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I didn’t see the first Mamma Mia, I guess I need to change that.
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The first one is by far the better of the two films. The sequel is rather silly, but it made me smile and cry.
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I heard the writer of Crazy Rich Asians on Fresh Air recently. I hope we can see that film before it leaves the theaters. Fluff is good. – Marty
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The fashions are gorgeous. And I’ll never want to fly coach again. I’ll have to, but I won’t want to.
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