Come on, Chicago was way better than Moulin Rouge. MR was grating and cheesy, with a bad love story jumbled up into corny, unoriginal song numbers and graceless crotch shots.
Chicago didn't really break any molds, but at least it didn't try so hard to have style that it gave me a headache. It was fun to watch and actually managed to make its message clear.
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