I saw MR twice in the theater, downloaded MY version of the cast album (including a version of “Like A Virgin” that should have been on the CD instead of that “Lady Marmalade” crap) and bought the DVD, so, yes, I guess I’m a fan.
My unoriginal take on it can be boiled down to two words: it’s opera. Overblown, fantastic, high emotions and a lot of screaming. If you look at it that way, the movie makes sense. Otherwise, it’ll feel like you’ve been hit with a ball-peen hammer (especially during those first 20 minutes).
While I am very fond of Kidman – and she’s great as Satine – I can see why she can also inspire resentment. She comes across as calculating in the way she manages her career (while other actresses are equally calculating, but they manage to hide it). She comes across that way on the screen as well. Maybe it’s her thinness; it’s difficult for her to project softness or vulnerability. Maybe it’s the roles she takes (especially in “To Die For”).
I’m amazed at the praise for Ewan’s singing. He’s dangerous in the high registers. When he opens “Your Song” by belting out the line, I was afraid he’d crack the lens on the projecter. Otherwise, he was a capable singer, and when he wasn’t, there’s computer software out there capable of giving the most tone-deaf singer back on key.
But MR has some great scenes. “Like A Virgin” is a scream, especially with the retinue of butlers camping it up in back (and ending with a stream of popping champagne bubbles). The introduction of Satine was brilliant, with the men falling silent and turning skyward, and all you can see is a field of white triangles (their shirtfronts). And the Bollywood-influenced Indian number is a blast to play in the car on 11 while cruising down the Interstate.
“Chicago” was an equally startling experience, since I had absolutely no idea what to expect. I knew it had been a musical, that Fosse had done the choreography, but had no idea what to expect.
I hated it.
I can be a cynical guy at times (I was a lot worse when I was in college), but this movie was drenched in it. Money talks, justice walks. The innocent get hung and the guilty win fame and fortune. People are sheep waiting to be led by the media, and those who love are abused, abandoned and made to write bad checks.
Sheesh. You’d think I’d never heard of OJ. Or Watergate. Or the Hayes-Tilden election.
My wife loved it. Especially “He Had It Coming.” She sings that line with such gusto that sometimes, I wonder . . .
Anyway, I got over all that. That completely unredeeming cynicism was a bracing rush, but once the shock wore off, I’ve come to like more of the movie. We sat down and watched the musical numbers, and for the most part, they’re pretty good. I hate the director’s fast-cut style (especially on “He Had It Coming”), and wonder why film critics praised Gere’s soft-shoe, considering that you know he didn’t do it.
But Queen Latifah, man, that’s one hot mama. The only true singer in the entire movie. There’s no flies on that gal!
So to conclude, I like “Chicago” but I LOVE “Moulin Rouge” and I think of both movies when I hear complaints that Hollywood only pursues formulaic blockbusters.