Rob MARSHALL, Chicago
À Chicago, dans les années 1920, les meurtrières Roxie Hart (qui a tué son amant) et Velma Kelly (qui a tué son mari et sa sœur) sont prêtes à tout, l'une pour éviter la peine capitale (Velma), l'autre pour éviter la peine capitale et devenir célèbre (Roxie). Aidées par un célèbre et brillant avocat, Billy Flynn, les deux meurtrières vont enchaîner coup bas sur coup bas pour parvenir à leurs fins. Elles découvriront qu'à Chicago, même la popularité des meurtriers est passagère. Le film est une adaptation de la comédie musicale éponyme de Bob Fosse, John Kander et Fred Ebb.

Illustration musicale: Catherine ZETA JONES, all that Jazz
La chanson (dans la version du film Chicago sorti en 2002) fut classée 98e dans la liste des « 100 plus grandes chansons du cinéma américain » selon l'American Film Institute (AFI). La chanson est interprétée dans le film par Catherine Zeta-Jones et Renée Zellweger.

Come on babe, why don't we paint the town?
And all that jazz
I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down
And all that jazz
Start the car, I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold but the piano's hot
It's just a noisy hall, where there's a nightly brawl
And all that jazz
Skidoo
And all that jazz
Hotcha
Whoopee
And all that jazz
Slick your hair and wear your buckle shoes
And all that jazz
I hear that Father Dip is gonna blow the blues
And all that jazz
Hold on hon, we're gonna bunny-hug
I bought some aspirin down at United Drug
In case you shake apart and want a brand new start
To do that jazz
Find a flask, we're playin' fast and loose
And all that jazz
Right up here is where I store the juice
And all that jazz
Come on babe, we're gonna brush the sky
I betcha Lucky Lindy never flew so high
'Cause in the stratosphere, how could he lend an ear
To all that jazz?
Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy-shake
And all that jazz
Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'til her garters break
And all that jazz
Show her where to park her girdle
Oh, her mother's blood'll curdle
If she'd hear her baby's queer
For all that jazz
All that jazz
Come on babe, why don't we paint the town?
(Oh, you're gonna see your Sheba shimmy shake)
And all that jazz (and all that jazz)
I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down
(Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'til her garters break)
And all that jazz (and all that jazz)
Start the car, I know a whoopee spot
(Show her where to park her girdle)
Where the gin is cold but the piano's hot
(Oh, her mother's blood will curdle)
It's just a noisy hall, where there's a nightly brawl
(If she'd hear her baby's queer)
And all that jazz
No, I'm no one's wife
But oh, I love my life
And all that jazz
That jazz