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		<title>By: Sundaresan</title>
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		<description>I remember watnhicg All That Jazz on cable repeatedly and religiously in Jr. High, ultimately taping it so I could watch whenever the mood struck. And it struck often. I had no idea then who Bob Fosse was or how autobiographical the film ended up. I&#039;m not one for musicals mostly, but being about a guy who choreographed   and hallucinated   made it work for me; singing and dancing make sense in that context.The initial draw, of course, was a healthy amount of boobies; in those days of pre-internet   hell pre-porn for me, period   I took what I could get and the ladies of ATJ were breathtaking to me. I grew up however, with an unhealthy desire to date dancers (almost always a bad idea), pop pills, and smoke in the shower.Now, at 40, I&#039;m long married to a Jazz choreographer, I&#039;ve had cocktails over small talk with Lenora Nemetz, and I can do a passable timestep. Do I owe it all to the obsessive RewindPlayRewindPlay days of All That Jazz? Not really, but I still freaking love this movie. Great story, brilliant direction and cinematography, and hey the dancing ain&#039;t bad either.Thanks for another fine album, ECR! It&#039;s showtime, folks!</description>
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