I considered not writing about this film so close after All That Jazz. The similarities between them can’t be missed: they’re both loose biopics of fictionalized versions of real people, and they both up with their main character dead.
But then I thought, fuck it. Is it the worst thing in the world for one film to be in dialogue with another? All That J…
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