Or you can marvel at how the Bob Fosse managed to get all that 'media critical' message in a wonderfully watchable piece of musical theatre.
Married to a mechanic in the Jazz era, above all Roxie Hart wanted to be a celebrity (that means somebody everyone knows)
She thought she was headed for the big time when she met a guy with connections, but popped a couple of caps in his head when he turned out to be Joe Schmo.
The doomed lady, Mr Flynn, her celebrity lawyer and Sunshine, a journalist infatuated with him, managed to fenagle her way out of the noose, and went on to sheba shimmy on a stage with Velma Kelly, a washed up cabaret star famous for shooting her husband and sister.
A right motley crew.
I love them all.
I do not condone moider, but I sure as hell love a bit of razzle dazzle.
I did a vintage manicure with red moons and black and used gold to make tiny teeny guns and jazz notes. The Roxie face was a sinch with red lips and triple bob in platinum blond.
And that's because none of us got enough love in our childhood.
And that's showbiz... kid.