Bob Fosse’s sexy cynicism still shines in Chicago, a faithful movie adaptation of the choreographer-director’s 1975 Broadway musical. Of course the story, all about merry murderesses and tabloid fame, is set in the Roaring ’20’s. Ren ” ee Zellweger and Catherine Zeta-Jones are beautifully matched as Jazz Age vixens, and Richard Gere gleefully sheds his customary cool to belt out a showstopper. Whatever qualms musical purists may have about director Rob Marshall’s style, the film’s sheer exuberance is intoxicating. Given the scarcity of big-screen musicals in the last 25 years, that’s a cause for singing, dancing, cheering. And all that jazz.
Make no mistake. Chicago is a work of art. And not like most works of art, it is beyond the comprehension and enjoyment of most simpletons among us. If Forest Gump is your idea of the way the world really works, then you will HATE Chicago. Chicago is rough, brutal and unflinching in it’s cynicism. It is also brilliant and enjoyable beyond imagination.
It is mesmerizing. If you have a brain in your head and are unafraid to see the world and society and humanity for what they all really are. Then you will LOVE this movie. The music, the characters, and above all the songs — All of it are simply outstanding. And all that jazz.