Chicago

So today, I went to see Chicago. Again, it was at the Pantages because that's where I go for everything, apparently. Anyways, I'm really pissed off right now because I just typed all of this out and it disappeared on me so I need to redo it and it's late and I have a history test tomorrow. Anyways, I do not like this musical very much even though it's popular and everything. I feel that the plotline is stupid, I hated the way the stage was set up, and I don't know. Just don't like it. The plot. Like in the beginning, she's (Lila/Lyla) cheating on her husband with another man that had sold them furniture. But then he tries to leave her and she goes into drama queen mode and decides to shoot him. Then tries to blame her husband and calls him useless when he doesn't succeed. Okay. Whatever, I can forgive that part. But the part about two grown women competing for fame simply based on the fact that they killed their family members or other random people. Because that's totally going to happen. You'll become the next Britney Spears if you only kill someone and go to jail. I also didn't feel that the setting was as magnificent this time around probably because the orchestra took up all of that space. I don't understand why they built it like that to take up 7/8 of the stage and then have the people in "jail" sit on the side on chairs. I also didn't understand where the boys came from after because there's nothing that says they come out. Aren't jails supposed to be split into guy jail and girl jail? So what difference does this make? Where did they come from? And I felt so bad for Amos. He was definitely my favorite by far although he played a minor role. It was also funny how the sunny and cheery news reporter with the amazing opera voice turned out to be a guy. That was pretty funny. And totally unexpected. The other funny part was when the six ladies in jail were singing about why they were in jail. Each of them said their story so that it wasn't their fault, really, but it was merely accidental. Like that one girl talking about the knife and how her husband ran into it about ten times. That was funny, too. Their clothes were okay-ish, I guess. It didn't really affect how I looked at the play and what was happening. Sometimes it even confused me because after the Hungarian girl died, she came back as part of the chorus and I was so confused. Yea, that's about it.