With an image that’s faded and at times fuzzy, Kino’s Blu-ray of the film needed more time in the studio.
Criterion legitimizes this brilliant musical X-ray with a transfer that admirably refuses to moot its seamy, gritty, furious poetry.
The film is indeed a time capsule of its era’s mores.
The partygoers are caught in the tragedy of the pre-liberation closet, a more crippling and unforgiving one than the closets that remain.
Camp it up, Mary, the Boys have been culturally rehabilitated, remastered and are drunk-dialing your number.
All That Jazz may be Bob Fosse’s finest cinematic achievement.