If you like the hustle and bustle, American retro and the grand scene, then Chicago is definitely a must-have for all tastes. Wavy soft blond hair, smooth thighs in black silk stockings, plump breasts and wiggly hips, heavily make-up girl's glamorous eyes, upbeat music and sequined metal leotards, described as eccentric Too much. In a word, it is a joyous field where a group of demons dance.
The last time I saw such a lively scene was the grand party that Gatsby held at the villa to invite Daisy. The girls wearing wonderful Indian-style feathers danced in the crowd, and champagne was sprinkled on the corners of the clothes of the passers-by. But if the carnival in "The Great Gatsby" is a party that hides loneliness, then "Chicago" is a night of bliss that burns from beginning to end.
The married girl Rosie, who killed her lover at the beginning, became a big star sought after by thousands of people in prison, and finally became a smashing two-woman jazz group with another murderer Spice Girl. This is not a Shawshank-esque inspirational story, but the absurd prosperity of a city amid the ups and downs of desire. Money, lust, fame, and authority have all become currencies in circulation in the prosperous city of Chicago, and tend to be boring and boring people chasing entertainment headlines like chasing treasures.
Even a murderer can become a helpless person with a story and a secret in the hands of a lawyer and his astonishing tongue.
Even if you are a superstar in the limelight, the speed of fresh blood replacement is like a moth to a flame, and even the hottest media darlings are short-lived.
Lies, vanity, transactions, and desires are intertwined in exaggerated and cheerful songs and dances.
Chicago, the bustling capital, is a grand and prosperous dream. You sing and I will appear.
Two of my favorites are puppet shows and ballet hangings. The former is funny and sharp, while the latter is white and slender. The grandstanding is favored, and the innocent are hanged. And the prison tango of the six female prisoners also performed the stubborn and tenacious "they took the blame and I'm not guilty" like a motto. Tap, jazz, ballet, tango, multiple dance elements mixed with extremely glamorous and intoxicated music scenes, pushing the atmosphere of Chicago to a climax.
Is Chicago's prison a stage where Vanity Fair chases fame and fortune, or is it a home for those with broken dreams?
Is Chicago an ideal city piled up with gold and silver or a bustling bubble dream?
From singing and dancing, you can find the answer.
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