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2003-03-30 6:06 PM A Pretty Song About Dry Rot Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (4) I just came from seeing the film Chicago. Why? I lost a bet. I wagered with a friend who loves the film that if it won Best Picture over The Piano, The Two Towers, Gangs of New York, and The Hours that I'd go see it. It would have to be good, right?
Um, no. Granted, I've never really liked musicals. Actually, that's not fair. I hate them. But I tried to keep an open mind. When it was done, my friend was suprised to find that I hated it. Why? The story was marginal, and what there was of it was stocked with characters split evenly into two camps: Manipulators and Suckers. Of the only two halfway decent characters that one might possibly empathize with, one gets hung (some literally throwaway character, the only innocent woman on death row) and the other is too dumb and pathetic for us to care about (the husband...one gets the feeling his wife could put out a cigarette in his left eye and he'd apologize for not having an ashtray available). The movie, I think, was trying to be cynical, incisive, satirical, and witty. And on each count it failed. Of course, I could be completely full of crap. It won Best Picture and was widely popular among audiences and critics alike. But at least I found these two critics who felt the same way I did: Rob Vaux:
And even closer to what I was thinking, Jeffrey Overstreet:
Yeah, that's pretty much how I felt as I walked out of the theatre. The film was widely loved and critically acclaimed, but at least I wasn't the only one who hated it, and for the very same reasons. Read/Post Comments (4) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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