Tonight, we finally watched Chicago. It came out last year while we were busy househunting, so we missed it on the big screen. But that’s little that a semi-giant Mitsubishi HDTV, wired to a progressive-scan DVD and better speakers than we could reasonably afford, couldn’t fix.
Verdict: Deliciously amoral. Just like the real world, but with a better soundtrack, leggier women, and not enough Queen Latifah. But as the Queen herself might say, “Honey, there’s never enough Latifah.”