Saturday, March 22, 2014

Reconsideration: Chicago (2002)

1920s. Jazz. Booze. Adultery. Murderesses on death row. Roxie Hart (Renee Zellweger) is an aspiring vaudevillian who guns down her lover Fred Casley (Dominic West) after he betrays her with fake showbusiness connections. The blue-eyed tramp is sent to jail on a "hanging case". Meanwhile chanteuse Velma Kelly (Catherine Zeta-Jones) is the main starring inmate clinging onto her last remnants of fame in the same clink. Her money-loving charismatic lawyer Billy Flynn (Richard Gere) chases the next dollar and star helping Hart's public image soar as an innocent Southern housewife.

Winning six Academy Awards in 2002 (out of its total thirteen nominations), Chicago is 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, and that recognition isn't ignored on most other prestigious film lists. As one of my favorite musicals, I've tried to understand if the hate is the worth the hype.

Roxie Hart has big plans for herself. Snuggling up to her lover explaining her dreams of being an aloof nightclub singer despite having no real background in entertainment, I love how she imagines this persona of herself; to give her fans just enough to always leave them wanting more. It's just the start of some very heavy delusional wishful thinking and impressive determination. Going to jail for killing her lover doesn't stop her ability to manipulate the public from behind bars. From innocent wifey to fame hogging monster Zellweger portrays Roxie with just enough deviousness to make you believe she isn't as foolish as she appears, yet is so deranged you believe she can hold her own. She steals the show for me all the way.

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 a punny unstoppable vixen not to spar against in tap shoes or relationships. 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 can grow an entire career off a popular YouTube video, or with reality shows essentially standing around and doing nothing. The movies' gals are far from morally upright becoming famous for killing people...but the theme maddeningly reflects the current strange times we live in - how the media will build up stars in a flash, the trends of certain celebrities and the dissolving of others whether they are famous for real or faux talent. Society loves a star; most 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 drapped in red or white spotlights shining the devil and the angel on the character. 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 somwhat 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.

Its editing by Martin Walsh may be one of my least favorite aspects. The performances and music exude enough energy on its own, and the camera tries too hard to keep up. It'll only settle for a millisecond before leaping somewhere else, again and again. Its atmosphere creates an off-kilter imbalance that soothes out as the movie goes on, however it's always infinitely dizzying at first.

As well 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 as Best Supporting Actress I don't believe that she has delivered performances too different from this one. Some suggest that Kathy Bates in this role would've been impressive, and imagining the replacement makes me excited to think that would've been a possibility. I would've also liked to see Richard Gere earn a Best Supporting Actor nod over John C. Reilly, who I felt delivers a heartwarming performance as Roxie's ignored hammy husband but doesn't exactly push the monotone range he's known for.

Similar to West Side Story, Easter Parade, and even Grease, we are emotionally aware of the characters' psyche. Going back to the golden age of big budget studio extravaganzas, Rob Marshall's direction temporarily reignited a rare quality in the musical genre. The sequences made sense in accordance to the characters' sense of mind and our own observant atmosphere as the audience.

Marshall adapted musical legend Bob Fosse's script to this big screen adaptation. A grand percentage of the production such as cinematography exudes atmosphere most recognized by Fosses' Cabaret. All of the musical scenes take place on a vaudeville/theatre stage with a captive audience interacting with the performer (or even sitting absolutely motionless).

Musical genre isn't easy to follow for many audiences. Who believes that an ordinary person will break out into song and dance 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 - witty, dramatic, and sensational music. 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 ambience. 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.

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