My brother can attest that I loved ABBA pretty much since I was ten. I used to blare Gimme!Gimme!Gimme! and dance my butt off in high school. That’s how I spent a lot of Friday nights, because I still claim that a night of Loud ABBA is a better cure for Life than just about anything else.
I hadn’t watched the movie because I knew I had to see it without my ABBA hating husband.
I watched it today and it is definitely the film equivalent of cotton candy, pop rocks and fresh squeezed lemonade.