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Jazz, schmazz.

All right, I admit it: I'm just using this entry as an excuse to admire my new icon. Aren't they precious? Don't you think Sean and 'Lijah should consider the Goth look? (Also it amuses me because it looks strangely like an album cover by the Cure, circa 1982. "Angssty Hobbitses," the follow-up EP to "17 Seconds"...) (Sean's not quite as chubby as Robert Smith, though.)

So. 'Chicago' was the big winner at the S.A.G. awards last night. I keep thinking I should see it, because I liked 'Moulin Rouge' and it looks sort of similar, but I can't get excited about it. Deep down I know it's different. 'Moulin Rouge' was a big grandiose mix of music styles, all of them over-the-top romantic; the whole thing was bursting at the seams with...well...freedom, beauty, truth, and love, as they claimed. Despite my cynical exterior I have an alarmingly soft spot for plush, gorgeous romanticism. Meanwhile, 'Chicago' looks sort of hard and snobbish and sophisticated. And, more to the point, I don't like jazz. I mean, I REALLY don't like it. That would surely spoil my enjoyment of 'Chicago' just a tad.

In fact, I'd like to take this space to quote a monologue Bruce McCullough once performed on "Kids in the Hall." In Bruce's usual easygoing way, he said it best:

People say, "What do you hate about poor old Jazz?"

I say, "The sound. The sound that Jazz instruments make when they're being manipulated by Jazz players to the delight of Jazz respondents. I think of it as musical barf."

They say, "I don't think you've given Jazz a chance."

Well, I maintain, I haven't given suicide a chance, but... Well, I did give suicide a chance, but that was only because I was threatened with Jazz. You know. Jazz music.

One thing I hate is being woken up in the middle of the night, when I'm dreaming about, say, promiscuity with dignity, by a rap-tap-tappin' on my window by those guys with goatee things on their faces, saying, "Hey. Can we come in? Beano's clarinet's gettin' wet." And then they go into this sorta Gene Krupa trance. Jazz, schmazz. I'm sorry; I've got to go that far. Jazz, schmazz.

True, I haven't actually seen 'Chicago.' My little sister spent twenty minutes telling me the whole plot, though. I figure that's enough. Give me back my pretty soft-hearted boys in white shirts, and keep your jazz.


Mar. 11th, 2003 04:56 pm (UTC)
I have to say that... I didn't really like Moulin Rouge. Yes. I know I'm committing a royal sin... and probably misspelling it to boot. But... The movie was high flung and... It just never captured my emotions. I found it rather hard to watch with all the pomp that was needed to keep it going. And... to be harsh. I thought the whole of it rather silly. It might just be that both times I tried watching it, it was with people who had already seen it and it was in their homes... I saw Chicago in the theater, and yes it does have a darker undertone.. But it isn't so emphasized. The movie is quite grandiose... There was a part of the movie that made me sad because it pointed out that even the innocent among us are not safe.
Mar. 11th, 2003 10:07 pm (UTC)
That's okay, no one's required to agree with me on this. :) (And you spelled it right.) Most of my family is on your side, as a matter of fact. They found Moulin Rouge too fast, too garish, too MTV (that was my mom, on the last one). And definitely there are parts that are silly, but I think that's part of what I admire about it: it's a wild mix of comedy and tragedy, which somehow seems to work. (For me, anyway.)

I'll probably still see Chicago someday - as a rental, say - and can give a fairer comparison then.
Mar. 12th, 2003 04:35 am (UTC)
ah. good thinkin'! I've always been one to wait until the movie comes out on one of those movie cable channels. I mean... Why else does my mom pay for them??