Young Megan Charpentier, after her first look at the script for Andres Muschietti's Mama. Mama mia! Is there no end to the suffering that will result from bank deregulation? How many lives have been affected for the worse? How many national economies thrown into chaos? How many men driven to shoot financial firm partners, do the same to their estranged wives, drag their confused children on strange odysseys that culminate in gangly shape-shifting 19th-century ghosts wringing their sorry necks before playing mother to those increasingly feral children for five years, the poor waifs subsisting on a diet mainly of cherries? How many?!! Well, as for that last scenario, I feel safe in proclaiming the answer to be an unambiguous one, and that courtesy of the operatically silly Mama from writer and director Andres Muschietti. Most of the above takes place before the opening titles arrive in Mama. Then it's five years hence from the...