Showing posts with label Chicago. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chicago. Show all posts

Thursday, December 27, 2012

The Movie Musical's Last Stand?



Billy Flynn (Richard Gere): This is Chicago, kid. You can't beat fresh blood on the walls.

It probably isn't obvious to modern movie viewers, but, for awhile, movie musicals were frequently recognized as the best movies of the year — at least by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences.

But, after "Oliver!" won Best Picture in 1969, no musical won Best Picture again until 2003, when "Chicago," the film that was released 10 years ago today, beat, among others, the second installment in the "Lord of the Rings" film trilogy.

And, as a matter of fact, "Chicago" is the most recent musical to be nominated for Best Picture. (That isn't surprising, really. Musicals represent a much smaller segment of filmmaking than they once did.)

(As a one–time newspaper copy editor, I get a kick out of the way that newspaper front pages in movies always have banner headlines for the very story that the movie happens to be about. It will be that way in the filmmakers' universe even if the president is assassinated at the same time or nuclear tensions reach an all–time high.)

Renée Zellweger, who played Roxie, a housewife who coveted a career in show biz, and Catherine Zeta–Jones, whose character, Velma, already had a career in vaudeville, were the focal points of what was a truly satirical story.

Both women were accused of murder. Initially, Zellweger killed her lover after learning that he did not have the show business connections he told her he had, that he had only told her that in order to sleep with her. She convinced her husband (played by John C. Reilly), who showed up after the fact, to take the fall for her, claiming that the man was a burglar.

But Reilly's character got cold feet, and Zellweger was taken to the county jail, where she crossed paths with Zeta–Jones, who was in custody for killing her husband and her sister, and Queen Latifah, the jail's unethical matron who lived by one rule — when you're good to Mama, she's good to you.

Enter Richard Gere, who played Billy Flynn, a smooth operator of a lawyer of whom it was said he had never lost a case in which he represented a female client.

[BILLY (as Roxie)]
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes we both
Oh yes we both
Oh yes, we both reached for
The gun, the gun, the gun, the gun
Oh yes, we both reached for the gun
For the gun.


[BILLY and REPORTERS]
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes they both
Oh yes, they both
Oh yes, they both reached for
The gun, the gun, the gun, the gun,
Oh yes, they both reached for the gun
For the gun.

Of course, it helped if the client did and said everything as Billy instructed.

And Roxie was eager to do precisely that.

The story was clearly told with one tongue pressed firmly against the cheek. With music titles like "Cell Block Tango," "Mister Cellophane" and "Funny Honey," what would you expect?

If your answer was "bawdy musical," I'd say you were right.

If you haven't seen the movie, I will try not to let any cats out of the bag.

Let's just leave it at this:

When the final credits rolled and the last notes of the last song faded away, Roxie and Velma had patched up their jailhouse differences and appeared ready to take on the world together.

Roxie was skeptical until Velma observed that "there's only one business in the world where that's not a problem at all: show business."

Roxie couldn't argue with that. A partnership had been born.

And the groundwork for a possible sequel (although, whether that was ever a realistic possibility, no sequel has materialized in the last 10 years) had been laid.

Sunday, January 02, 2011

The Heart of Rock 'n' Roll



Chuck Berry's collapse at a concert in Chicago last night "reminds us that he matters," NPR.org is saying today.

I'd like to think the reminder wasn't necessary.

For those who may not have heard, Berry, 84, collapsed during a New Year's show.

He "slumped over his electric keyboard ... and was helped off the stage by two assistants as fans shouted 'We love you, Chuck!' " reported Reuters. "Berry returned to the stage about 30 minutes later, waved to his fans, thanked them and said he was OK ... . Then, as if to reassure the audience, he did an abbreviated version of his signature duckwalk move before leaving the stage again."

An agent for Berry confirmed that Berry said he didn't feel well before the show.

The agent acknowledged that Berry was on his way to his Missouri home.

The heart of rock 'n' roll is still beating.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Champlin Leaving Chicago



I guess there aren't many American rock bands that have been recording as long as — or longer than — Chicago.

You could probably mention the Rolling Stones and the Who in that exclusive group, although the personnel for each has changed over the years. And they are British groups — a subtle distinction, perhaps.

Among American bands, Chicago is second only to the Beach Boys in terms of commercial success (albums and singles). That's what Billboard says. For that matter, when one speaks in terms of longevity, the Beach Boys probably don't belong in the conversation, having disbanded in the 1990s.

Chicago was formed in 1967, going by the name "The Big Thing" at the time, but its first album was released two years later, in 1969, a few months before man first walked on the moon, hundreds of thousands of people descended upon a rural part of New York for the Woodstock Festival and the Manson family killed seven people in a two–day rampage.

From that debut double album — "Chicago Transit Authority" — emerged some of the songs that I most associate with Chicago to this day — "Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?" "Beginnings" and "Questions 67 and 68."

There have been other songs, of course, many other songs, that are uniquely Chicago, and they made the band the top–selling American group in the 1970s.

You could hardly switch on your radio in those days without hearing Chicago, and if you were hearing songs like "25 or 6 to 4" or "Colour My World" or "Saturday in the Park" for the first time, you didn't need to wait for the end and the disc jockey's confirmation that you had been listening to Chicago. You already knew.

Subsequent albums gave listeners more of a taste of their jazz–rock style, a unique sound at a time when it seemed everyone was trying to emulate the Beatles or the Stones or the Who.

But time marches on and, by 1981, original guitarist Terry Kath was dead from a self–inflicted gunshot wound and musicians like Laudir de Oliveira and Donnie Dacus, both of whom joined the band in the 1970s, had departed. By the mid–1980s, another original member, Peter Cetera, was gone.

In 1981, vocalist/keyboardist/guitarist Bill Champlin joined the band, and there he has remained for nearly 30 years. During that time, he has made important contributions to the band's continued success, not the least of which was providing the vocals for "Look Away," the chart–topping song on Billboard's year–end Hot 100 in 1989.

But today, it was announced that Champlin is leaving Chicago to pursue a solo career at the age of 62. The Champlin era is ending.

Four original band members — Robert Lamm, James Pankow, Lee Loughnane and Walter Parazaider — still remain. No doubt they will reinvent Chicago, as they have done many times before.

It won't sound the same — it never does. But I wouldn't bet against Chicago making it work.

And I wouldn't bet against Champlin, either.