Chicago Review

I like this bit:

While Zeta-Jones looked great in “Chicago”—she’s a nice, ful­some size—looking at Renée Zell­weger in a tiny lit­tle flap­per dress is like look­ing at Iggy Pop in a tiny lit­tle flap­per dress, only on Iggy it would at least be sub­ver­sive, and there­fore sexy. I don’t want to see all of the div­ots in a wom­an’s ster­num when I am look­ing down her cleav­age. Col­lar­bones should not look like BMX han­dle­bars. Legs, prefer­ably, should lead to an ass. Prefer­ably, some­body singing and danc­ing should be able to sing and dance. And she can’t stop squint­ing. How the hell did Renée Zell­weger get that role?

–Cin­tra Wil­son, The 75th Oscars: Hol­ly­wood dons its war paint