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THE CHICAGO WAY A
2003-01-13 11:48
by Alex Belth

THE CHICAGO WAY

A Movie Review

I don't think it's an exaggeration to say that the movie musical, like slapstick comedy, is a virtually lost art form. "Chicago", the filmed adaptation of Bob Fosse's revue, has opened to rave reviews from the critics, suggesting their still may be life in the musical idiom after all. (That Sean Penn's pratfall in "I am Sam" stands as the best pratfall in recent memory doesn't bode well for the return of slapstick anytime soon.)

I saw "Chicago" this past weekend in Greenwich, CT, which is a story in itself. My girl and I took in a late afternoon show with the local geriatrics, and we had the grave misfortune to be seated behind Quasimoto in a cardigan with a swollen prostate, an itchy scalp, and a twitchy neck to boot. I've never seen a respectable member of an upstanding community fidget so damn much during a movie. Emily and I took turns sitting behind the knuckle-dragger so he wouldn't ruin the entire movie for either one of us.

"Chicago" is an evocative and well-crafted musical, which feels like a movie, not simply an adaptation of a stage play. It is nowhere near as frenetic as "Moulin Rouge", for which I was thankful. The director Rob Marshall offers some stunning visuals, but the editing is still too rapid, too cutty for my liking. It's as if either the director, a) doesn't trust the images---or the audience's attention span---enough to linger on a single shot for too long, or b) the hyper-activity of the editing is intended to make up for the short-comings of the actors. Perhaps, the brisk cutting was a conscious choice of style and pacing, but it distracted me from the performances.

"Chicago" moves at a brisk, lively pace. Renee Zellweger, an actress I don't have much affection for, is more than game, and she delivers a winning performance, overcoming her limitations as a musical/theater actress by the sheer force of her willingness to enjoy herself and please the audience. Catherine Zeta-Jones, on the other hand, is so intent on blowing everyone away, that she comes across as wooden, mechanical. It's not that she isn't trying. If anything, she's trying too hard. She can sing, and dance, but it feels like work; Cyd Charisse, she's not. Even her dramatic scenes feel hollow (something she does have in common with Charisse). She's a bitch, without the bite.

Richard Gere has developed into a polished actor; the gray suits him. (I think his role, as the corrupt cop in "Internal Affairs" was a turning point.) Gere's first number is a bit shaky---I half-covered my eyes for fear of being embarrassed on his behalf, but he recovers nicely and handles the role with aplomb, and humor. It was nice to see Queen Latifah in the supporting role as Mama Morton, though she isn't really a singer or an actress, and John C. Riley, expertly cast, is once again, on the mark with a sympathetic, and earnest performance as the nice guy who finishes last.

Musicals never really die off completely. They keep coming back because even if they aren't well made, there is an audience for them. They are a truly great American invention after all. "Chicago" is likely to satiate old-time musical lovers and attract younger audiences as well.

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