Chicago finally scratched Reilly's itch to do a musical. But how did he come by his powerhouse vocal delivery? ''It's instinctive,'' he says. ''I throw everything I have at it and hope it lands in the right place.''
It would of course be deliciously ironic if Reilly were to take a giant step closer to stardom -- at least a Kevin Spacey sort of stardom -- playing a guy who never gets noticed. But if that doesn't happen, well, okay. He recalls that on The Perfect Storm, ''there would be 200 people, every day, rain or shine, sunrise to sunset, waiting there, just to take a picture of George [Clooney].... I remember thinking, That is not what I want. Acting is not being yourself for a living. It's disappearing into other people.'' In other words, what's so bad about being a real-life Mister Cellophane?
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