Review of Chicago (2002) by Kenr — 05 Oct 2020
If I’d realised Bob Fosse had had some involvement with this material (I should have picked that from the main song title) I could have saved myself some headache-inducing choreography. This has everything you could expect from a Harvey Weinstein movie, bosoms, bums, boobs and brainless glorification of sleazy murderesses. All done in a grotty, sensationalistic burlesque style – complete with a black lesbian prison boss! Some shots looked like the editor threw the footage in the air then randomly cut it together. Now add a bunch of songs with the majority that can’t be hummed, whistled, or remembered and voila! you’ve got an Oscar-worthy mega-hit, what else.
Yes, a few of the stars do some interesting slick star turns but only between, or after, much stomach-churning, frenetic ugliness has turned your head into a pit of aching mulch. If you haven’t felt like throwing up by the halfway point, then you deserve this movie! Or, if you liked Fosse’s sleazy “All that Jazz” you could also get sucked in by this mess. To each, their own but leave me at home.
This review of Chicago (2002) was written by Kenr on 05 Oct 2020.
Chicago has generally received very positive reviews.
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