Wednesday, January 2, 2008


All That Jazz is the greatest movie ever made. By a factor of ten.

The first I heard about the film was in an old Stanley Kubrick interview. Kubrick was asked what contemporary films he was watching and he said it was all worthless, with the exception of Bob Fosse’s All That Jazz. I rented what I assumed was a cheesy musical, worthy of five minutes’ suffering just to figure out what kind of prank Kubrick was pulling. The movie is instead a Felliniesque run through death-haunted kitsch, where final judgment on a man’s existence is passed by a disco-suited Ben Vereen. Last night I finally saw the film on the big screen and it was even more powerful than I remembered. If there’s something better than death-haunted kitsch, I don’t know what it is.


New York City Mom said...

You really should have gone to wesleyan. they showed that film or cabaret every day. seriously.

Anonymous said...

Were you on a date last night?

l.e.s.ter said...

Took mom. Thought she would appreciate it.