Gary, you are certainly a wealth of info. today on the subject of any number of urban legends.

Here's what I found about Amy Camus:

http://www.sunvirgin.com/?PageID=18

and http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yma_Sumac [check footnote #7].

We're on one subject for awhile...but then it reminds you of some other tangent and off you go. From LS to Geraldo to Amy Camus. Six degrees of Kevin Bacon, INDEED.

I, for one, don't care if Amy wants to call herself Minnie Mouse.

...The result is an uninhibited, fun, cheesy, hugely tongue-in-cheek women's film that has, as few others have done, parted the critics like the Red Sea. The highest-browed men, poor things, entirely missing the irony, have struggled to cope with Streep in a popular role, or to find words hate-filled enough to describe the result: “absolute cack”; “silliness unredeemed by wit or polish”; “super pooper... soulless panto”; “hideous... a crock of hooey”; “Streep meets her Waterloo”. My colleague James Christopher, the Times film critic referred to “Hollywood blancmange” and said that the “sight of a Greek conga of local scrubbers vamping to Dancing Queen on a wobbly wooden pier is a truly terrifying spectacle”.

And there was me thinking what fun it would be if I was part of it.

Never have the posh male critics been marooned higher or drier. They have missed the joke, you see. Almost everyone else in the world, it seems - especially women - got it. People love this movie despite its flaws. They love that it celebrates middle-aged women; that it laughs at itself continuously; that it is shamelessly silly and heart-warming.

The city centre audience with me on Friday night cheered, laughed and clapped; when I got home, even the erudite guests on Newsnight Review proclaimed it as an entirely new genre of post-post-postmodern ironic cinema, describing it as perniciously effective, and confessing that they loved it too. All of which is proof, were proof needed, that few mortals can withstand the power of the music of Abba, which is the pumping heart of Mamma Mia! and remains the most phenomenally enduring back catalogue of pop music in the world: the soundtrack, in fact, to the lives of most of us....

So it seems like ABBA's music is what this movie has going for it. Well I certainly enjoy ABBA's music, but why would I go to a movie to hear it?...

So you can see MERYL STREEP - duh!!

Hellboy 2 was disappointing and not as good as the first one (which was refreshingly wonderful).

I saw Mamma Mia! on broadway with my wife and we had a good time.

That is all.

Am I the only one in this world that is sooooo looking forward to the Journey to the Center of the Earth 3D IMAX that days feel like mere time warpped minutes?