Jack and I attended a performance of Chicago at ASU’s Gammage Theatre last week. I have seen the performance a few times and this was Jack’s first.
Regardless of the production, I have mixed feelings about Chicago as a narrative. This is a story bereft of a clear protagonist, or really any arguably positive, likeable, heroic character. Should I be cheering for Billy Flynn, the sleazy lawyer who defends guilty, murderous women using “Razzle Dazzle?” There’s a message here that’s intended to be communicated in all sorts of artsy glory by this lack of positive characters — something about how we’re all lying, cheating, self-serving sociopaths. Screw that. The last thing I want to be reminded by 2 hours of escapist theatre is that I’m a terrible person. I go to plays to forget that for a short time.
Fortunately, the unsavory lot of characters is redeemed by a wardrobe of skimpy, sexy costumes, hot bodies, and slutty dancing. Message: it’s okay to be bad if you’re hot. Damn right. If there’s one thing that an audience full of miscreants and sociopaths enjoys, it’s some cheesecake T&A.
This production was enjoyable. The chorus, costumes, and choreography were fantastic, and the orchestra impressive. Roxie was cast well. Amos stole the show (as he should) with Mr. Cellophane. The apparently famous person playing Billy Flynn owned the character, and the unique inclusion of the orchestra conductor as a character with comic lines proved a pleasant addition. Continue reading “Chicago at Gammage”