The American
musical has been reborn over the past couple of years in a much
darker but flamboyant incarnation. Films like Dancer in The Dark, Hedwig and The Angry Inch and
namely Moulin Rouge have infused given this genre an edgier
infusion of life in comparison to the lighthearted faire of
Hollywood’s heyday. Singin
In The Rain, South Pacific, Oklahoma, State Fair were all joyous,
fun-loving celebrations of life and its pleasures but now, things
have turned and become more serious. With Chicago, director Rob
Marshall has taken this long-running Broadway success story,
capitalized on the ground that these recent successes have laid
and turned it into an explosion of color, life, song, sensuality
and energy. While the
tone of the story most closely resembles Dancer, it also focuses
on the media’s glorification of criminals and may seem to take a
rather lighthearted stance on such serious faire.
But Marshall’s production combined with the dialogue, the
music and the sheer emotional intensity of the vision make this a
truly stimulating and all encompassing sensory stimulation
Writer Bill
Condon, working off the original Broadway play and
screenplay, and
director Rob Marshall have realized what other musical to cinema
translations have learned, that simplicity usually breeds success.
Roxie Hart is an
aspiring actress who when the movie opens, is viewing the sultry
act of one Velma Kelly. Kelly
is formerly a member of a sister act, but as we learn, has done
away with her sibling in an angry, but forgotten act of lustful
envy. During
Kelly’s seductive, signature number “All That Jazz” we see a
montage of Roxie and her lover.
In an angry rage, Roxie does him in and in turn is
imprisoned right along side Kelly in the prison run by the
manipulative, opportunistic Matron Mama Morton. While awaiting trial, Roxie meets Velma’s celebrity
attorney, Billy Flynn who has never lost a case and he takes
Roxie’s case ahead of Velma’s and subsequent pulls her into
infamy. Back in this
era, criminals and such were lauded and treated as media darlings,
so Flynn uses this to his advantage by building Roxie’s image up
in the media, and thusly push Velma to the back pages, making her
rather angry and envious. The
story is nowhere near as complex as I have made it here.
We have a crime, we have imprisonment, we have a trial, and
we have numerous memorable musical numbers (The Cell Block Tango,
When You’re Good to Mama and Razzle Dazzle) just to name a few,
and in between, we have just enough transitional dialogue to make
a commentary on society’s obsession with its bad side, and gives
us an endlessly entertaining visual experience. The closest film I can relate it to is 2000’s Dancer in The
Dark, where a woman’s dark journey into blindness and crime, is
offset with lavish musical numbers.
Chicago’s tone isn’t near as dark, but it parallels the
film in just enough ways to tie them together, both as
masterpieces in a slightly parallel genre
Ultimately,
Chicago is a lusciously dark journey filled with intricate musical
numbers and an underlying theme to boot.
Broadway translations run the risk of isolating fans, or
losing something in the move to the big screen.
Chicago does neither of those; it keeps its tone, its
spirit and energy, while still making a commentary on the fleeting
nature of infamous celebrity status.
Andy Warhol once said we all have our 15 minutes of fame,
and some people have grasped to take full advantage of that. Chicago focuses on one woman’s attempt to do so, the
transition she goes through in the midst of it.
It continues the revival of the American musical while
giving us an amazing, intense and intricately done experience that
must be viewed, and once done, will have you singing, dancing,
thinking, and wanting to dive into the world of gangsters, liquor,
jazz and flapper girls, all over again.
It tosses into this history, surrounds with the aura,
atmosphere and attitude, and bathes us in a delicious refreshing
light, reminding us once again of how movies can really take us
away from all the madness, by telling us stories about that very
thing.
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