Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again (2018)

Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again (or MMHWGA as it will henceforth be called), is the film that you need in your life right now.

MMHWGA is not like other films. Other films can generally be categorised into various flavours of good and bad. MMHWGA defies such mortal definitions. It sneers in the face of quality, laughs at five-star (and one-star ratings).

You will laugh, you will cry, you will laugh again, and cry again, although not necessarily at the right parts.

Or perhaps it will be. With MMHWGA, it's impossible to discern the difference between a well-crafted joke and a failed joke that's failed so badly it becomes funny again.

If you don't walk out of MMHWGA with a smile on your face, then you should probably check your pulse and get a friend to phone an ambulance, or possibly a funeral director.

If you think MMHWGA is the best film that the universe could possibly deliver, then you may very well be correct.

If you think that MMHWGA is an attempt to shoehorn a plot out of a bunch of ABBA lyrics, that features hammy acting that wouldn't look out of place in amateur theatre, a group of A-list male actors who stand around looking awkward in the middle of musical scenes only just realising that their dad-dancing skills won't cut it, and some of the most poorly staged comedy sequences this side of 70s sketch shows, then you might also be right.

But if you don't see that as a good thing, then you are most definitely in the wrong.

In the future books will be written attempting to dissect the perfect storm that is Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again.

Very few of them will come close to understanding the truth.