Caught the matinee showing of Chicago on a chilly, snowy Boston afternoon with Jasmine, and one of her housemates. The hilight was the thermos of hot chocolate, made with Ghiradelli and cloves, smuggled in under a jacket, and poured into sake cups. But the movie was fun as well. The songs are still skuttling around in the back of my mind. But more then anything, the impression I was left with was:

Chicagois a Hollywood re-make of Dancer in the Dark.