Winning six Academy Awards (out of its total thirteen nominations) in 2002, Chicago remains one of the most celebrated and hated musicals of all time. Premiere Magazine named it "one of the twenty most overrated movies of all time", a type of recognition echoed on other prestigious film lists. As one of my favorite musicals, I've tried to understand if the hate is the worth the hype.
Almost exactly on par with Zellweger is her counterpart Catherine Zeta Jones as Velma Kelly. She can't be described as anything else other than a pure hellion. Having killed her sister for sleeping with her husband, Zeta-Jones portrays an unstoppable vixen who can't be beat in tap numbers or bloodthirsty justice for herself.
Together, the chemistry between Zellweger and Zeta-Jones is rarely matched on-screened today. Their performances radiate spiteful energy and thriving competitiveness as their characters battle to snag the bigger headlines and their "hard-earned" freedom.
Chicago grows to be more relevant than ever. Today ordinary people grow an entire career off a popular YouTube video or with reality shows essentially standing around and doing nothing. The movie's gals are far from being morally upright as they killed people to be famous. But the theme of chasing your name in lights maddeningly reflects the current times we live in - how the media will build up stars in a flash, the trends of celebrities and the dissolving of others for superficial means. Society loves a star essentially their dramatic rise or eventual fall. Nobody gets there the easy way.
Comparatively, the song and dance numbers exemplify the characters' voracious deception and fantasies. Most numbers are draped in red or white spotlights, as if the devil and angel within each character on their on shoulder. They are always the center of their own glory whether that's passion, greed, hate, power, or jealousy. You can't help but feel that these women are somewhat bad-ass and also recognize that they are severely unhinged. With such an extremist range of production and set design, easily the cast from the leading actresses to Billy Flynn (Richard Gere), Mamma Morton (Queen Latifah), and Amos (John C. Reilly) could've been over-exerted pepped-up caricatures, yet their overblown arrogant motives make them seem realistic.
In hindsight for Oscar seasons of yesteryear, it's easy to look back and figure out or know exactly which awards should have gone to other movies. Personally I'm not going to propose that Chicago deserved all the Oscar statuettes it earned. On the contrary, I think the spotlight that was shown was a bit too bright.
I'm not so sure the performance nods didn't jump the gone on the hype too. Queen Latifah as Matron Mamma Morton is exceptionally humorous and powerful, but winning Best Supporting Actress compared to other nominees feels over-hyped. In contrast, it's surprising Richard Gere did not earn a Best Supporting Actor nod considering his Billy Flynn is incredibly deceptive as well as charismatic. It's hard to imagine other contenders such as John Travolta in the role, and that John C. Reilly earned a nomination; even though the latter's performance was heartwarming, it can also be quite monotone.
Musical genre isn't easy to follow or love for many audiences. It's a challenge to let the fourth wall drop as an ordinary person breaks out into song about what just occurred to them or how they are feeling. Yet there is a realistic quality to Chicago which makes it a bit of almost every genre - comedy, drama, and musical. Compared to some of the most recent Broadway adaptations/remakes like Mammia Mia, and Hairspray, I find myself vying for the energy and tone that Chicago has.
Besides the music and performances the most addictive characteristic of the film is the aggressive ambiance. When the movie kicks off with Velma Kelly crooning to All That Jazz by herself (a performance she would've normally done with her sister), the vitality doesn't stop. Almost every track is worth listening to repeatedly. From Zellweger's incomplete ode to her husband Amos (Funny Honey), and Flynn's tap dance around a witness, selecting my favorite routine is almost impossible. Listening to the soundtrack on its own inspires me to watch the movie and vice versa. I can't do one without the other. For me, Chicago doesn't seem to strike as many sour notes.