Some friends and I went to go see a production of Mamma Mia! staged two towns away from ours. Being the only one with a car, all five of us packed into my little Ford and we drove the forty miles to see a night guaranteeing a good time and even better music. And the first act went fine, despite our Meryl Streep stand-in talk-singing through it all, and the well done, but rather unenthusiastic, choreography. However, after intermission, “Under Attack” began, and at first, I didn’t notice it.