Chicago begins oddly (oddly for a movie musical) with a close-up of a woman’s eyes. Hungry eyes. Envious eyes. The camera moves closer and closer as if it would like to plunge into the mind behind them. Is this really a musical we are about to see or some sort of psychodrama? Both, as it turns out, plus a satire on an America so media-brainwashed and celebrity-obsessed that its legal system has become an annex of show business.
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