The 2002-2003 season featured many shows that were more profound, many scripts that were richer in character and situation, many actors who were more nuanced, and even a few ingénues who could sing on pitch without a whiny edge. But did the season offer anything that was more sheer fun--and we're talking guilty pleasures here--than the touring version of Mamma Mia
!? Not according to our readers, who were thrilled and astounded by this excuse to revive the greatest hits of Abba. That group took a long dive off the pop high wire the day that disco died, but now its undeniably catchy songs have been rescued by the net of nostalgia and bounced back into glorious midair. Sure, the musical's plot is thin and the songs were never really cool until they were folded into gay kitsch. (Remember Priscilla, Queen of the Desert
?) But Mamma Mia
! is endearing because it never takes itself seriously, yet doesn't insult the intelligence of its audience. OK, so now can we go see A Streetcar Named Desire
Arizona Theatre Company's Blue
, Temple of Music and Art, 330 S. Scott Ave.