Nine

First things first, I do not like musicals. I've been pushed to see this by the infatuation over a lady. But trust me I was surprised to how much I liked it, even when I had negative expectations to it.

The film hands down is a wonderful homage to Federico Fellini, in his visual style, the women chosen represent Fellini's size of aesthetic view just like Kidman reminds you of young Anita Ekberg, Cotillard has the same diva material as Anouuk Aimee and Kate Hudson the figure and pallet of American stars that pleased Il Maestro Fellini. If you are familiar with this wonderful director, you'll enjoy "Nine" the better.

Then, I believe music helps to boost the theme and moral of the story. Generally outlined the whole musical is an ego-fest, all around Guido, Guido, Guido, his mess, his women, himself over himself. His ego being put into the light, with each song sprouting in the exact moment with "joie de vivre" and vitality, the women from Kidman to Dench showcasing enormous femininity and composure.

"Les Folies Bèrgere" piece says it clearly. What you need is the laughter, the lights, the color. The music, the "pleasure of living". Nine has it, it has it all while at the same time plays the keys that Maestro Fellini would have liked to hear if he was still with us.

The movie version of the musical "Nine" (based on Fellini's 8-1/2) was released in 2009 with a wonderful cast that included Daniel Day-Lewis as Guido, Marion Cotillard as his wife Luisa, Penelope Cruz as his mistress Carla, Kate Hudson as a reporter, Judy Dench as his costumer, Nicole Kidman as his muse Claudia, Fergie as a woman on the beach, and Sophia Loren as his mother.

I am at a disadvantage because I didn't see the musical, but quite a bit was cut from the score, which is a shame. The music is wonderful and probably was meant to be sung a little better than it was in the film.

"Nine" is the story of a great filmmaker, Guido Contini, who is about to make another film but doesn't actually have another one. His life is a mess - a wife, a mistress, no script, and no inspiration. He has to come to grips with his immaturity, his women, and with the reality of his life before he can move on.

Each of Guido's women has a song that expresses her feelings, the most famous of which is "Phone Call from the Vatican," sung by Carla (Cruz). This number was performed by the late Anita Morris on stage and considered very risqué. For me, the best filmed number in the whole film was "Cinema Italiano," done by Kate Hudson, and Judi Dench does a great job with the "Folies Bergere" number. "Unusual Way" is perhaps the prettiest song in the score, and that was done by Nicole Kidman.

We don't get much of a chance to know the women in Guido's life with the exception of Luisa (Cotillard) who gives a lovely, gentle performance as a woman who loves her husband but is continually hurt by him, and Carla, who despite her overt sexiness, is actually very fragile. And we get to know Lilli, the costumer, who knows Guido very well indeed and is the voice of reason.

The movie is pretty to look at, and the women are absolutely stunning, particularly Cotillard, Kidman, and Cruz, who looked like goddesses. Daniel Day-Lewis lived in Italy for a while and his accent is excellent. He's handsome and sexy, possibly more introverted than one of the stage Guidos - Raul Julia, Antonio Banderes, Sergio Franchi, or John Stamos.

Since this film moves slowly in parts, it's curious that so many songs were left out.

In the final analysis, though I liked parts of "Nine," I think it's too theatrical a show to lend itself to film. As a theater piece, it's fabulous - the original show was a hit, as was the revival.

I know some people hated this movie, but it's not awful. It's just not great.

I could honestly say that walking out of "Nine" I felt more conflicted over what I thought of the movie than I have in years. The film can be reviewed in two aspects though, its performances and its story, so I'll dissect those.

Performances: Let me first say that no actress delivered any less than they possibly could, and you could tell that the cast had worked their butts off during production.

The Great- Marion Cotillard in particular delivered what is sure to be one of the most understated performances in recent memory, as well as delivering the two most powerful and emotional numbers in the show. Penelope Cruz was SEXY, and as her character's story was wrapped up she beautifully portrayed a "mistreated mistress," so to speak. Judi Dench was fantastic as the background player in Guido's career, perfectly delivering wit while supporting her friend. Most importantly, these three worked so well because they were interlinked in each other's story, and as a result their plot lines flowed well into each other.

The OK- DDL and Sophia Loren were fine in their parts, simply filling out their roles and not seriously improving on or dragging down the movie in any way.

The Misused- Nicole Kidman, Kate Hudson, and Fergie were all criminally misused, although fantastic when on the screen. All three had stories that didn't synch with the movie, whether they be Kidman (who honestly needed a more fleshed out role that came in contact w/ other characters other than just Guido), Hudson (whose number really felt like it would have made more sense in the beginning of the movie), or Fergie ("Be Italian" felt shoehorned in and disconnected, and would have been a perfect opener or closing number). All three felt particularly disconnected from the film.

I can honestly say that not one of the players in Marshall's cast disappointed, but it was Marshall himself and the messy script (irony!) that jumbled up the movie and left me with a very disjointed, disconnected result. Each scene was Oscar-worthy, but they were only partially threaded together into a cohesive story.

Let me say off the bat that seeing Sophia Loren and Sophia Loren singing gave me a chill. That is quite a bit to get from a film. Chills. I knew I had to forget this was a musical adaptation of 81/2, but I couldn't forget the way I forgot that "Sweet Charity" was a musical remake of "The Nights Of Cabiria". Here the score is iffy and scarce and the story, translated into musical numbers is kind of shallow and, quite honestly, not enough. There are, however, moments to enjoy. The look of it is great, and Marion Cotillard makes something enormous from the little she was given. Penelope Cruz dances an erotic dance and Kate Hudson, well I don't quite know what she was doing. Nicole Kidman is starting to look like a wax work, what a pity! And Judi Dench is always fun. I was reminded she was a sublime Sally Bowles in the first London production of "Cabaret" - Daniel Day Lewis has been one of my favourites for a long time now but here he is far too pale, inside and out. I want to repeat that the whole thing is worth it just to have a glimpse of Sophia Loren singing. So, 6.

"Nine" has taken the same circuitous route to the big screen as "The Producers" did a few years back. First, it started out life as a beloved movie - in this case, Fellini's classic 1963 "8 ½" - then got itself reincarnated in the form of a Broadway musical (undergoing a name change in the process); finally it got adapted back into a movie by the trusty hands of Hollywood, much to the consternation, apparently, of most of the nation's film critics.

The original movie was a phantasmagoric blending of memory, reality and wish-fulfillment fantasy, focused on a major Italian film director caught in creative crisis (a figure obviously based on Fellini himself). Daniel Day-Lewis takes on the role, made famous by Marcello Mastroianni, of the filmmaker (now named Guido Contini) who "has nothing left to say" - either as a man or as an artist - a man so harried and hounded by producers, subordinates, reporters, detractors, sycophants, and assorted hangers-on that he sneaks away for a rest-cure at an out-of-the-way health spa. With all his creative juices dried up and feeling that he will have a nervous breakdown if he has to make even one more statement or executive decision regarding his film, Guido, like many of us, believes he will find the peace he so desperately yearns for by retreating from the outside world. But Guido soon discovers that there is no escaping from the people and pressures of the world in which we live - nor from our religious and familial upbringing - for they are each of them an integral part of the fabric that makes us who we are.

Visually, "Nine" captures all the flash, dash and excitement of life among the glitterati in the Eternal City circa 1965. In terms of plot and incident, the Michael Tolkin/Anthony Minghella screenplay (itself derived from Arthur Kopit's Broadway adaptation) follows the original fairly closely, but what's missing is the spark of cinematic genius that Fellini alone could bring to the material. But can one reasonably have expected that, anyway? As a director, Rob Marshall does an impressive job re-staging the dramatic portions, but he certainly doesn't have Fellini's flair for the carnival-like atmosphere that became a signature feature of all his later works (but, then again, who does?). However, as he did in "Chicago," Marshall demonstrates that he knows how to slide in and out of the musical numbers without being unduly jarring about it. That's particularly challenging given that most of the numbers - which serve as reflections of the characters' thoughts and feelings and the movie's themes - are done largely on surrealistic soundstages, as opposed to the on-location filming of the non-musical portions of the movie.

No surprise, Day-Lewis is superb as the dashing but world-weary director (truly as much a celebrity as an artist), perfectly capturing the angst, frustration and conflict taking place deep within the soul of a creator who still has so much to say - despite his protestations to the contrary - but not the slightest clue of how to say it. Guido is clearly trying to be a good person, but all those inner demons are doing their best to thwart him at virtually every turn. There are many moving moments of deep introspection, as Guido contemplates the direction of his life and the effect his actions are having on the people he loves. I'm going to go out on a limb here, and it may sound like blasphemy even to say this, but Day-Lewis lets us see his character's pain in a way that even Mastroianni himself did not. Interestingly, by tamping down some of Fellini's cinematic "distancing devices" and icy-cool tone, the movie actually allows us to relate with Guido on a more personal level and to care more deeply about his plight.

Marion Cotillard replaces Anouk Aimee as Guido's devoted but long-suffering wife who knows about her husband's infidelity and who suspects he has become a filmmaker as a means both of avoiding having to deal with real life and of achieving personal forgiveness and redemption for himself; Penelope Cruz stars as Guido's flighty mistress, whose sudden appearance at the spa throws Guido's world into a tizzy; and Sophia Loren puts in an occasional appearance as Guido's recently deceased mother who gives him words of advice and comfort from beyond the grave. Nicole Kidman portrays Claudia, the beautiful young starlet who loves Guido but ultimately refuses to be just another of his numerous "conquests." Judi Dench plays the fashion designer who appears to be the one level-headed and brutally honest person whom Guido can turn to for advice and support. And all of them are excellent.

One thing that "Nine" has going for it that "8 ½" didn't is the perspective that comes with the passage of time. When the original was released, it WAS "Italian Cinema" - and everything that went along with that term. As a result, the movie was totally unconscious of itself and the place it and other films of its time period would occupy in movie history. "Nine," with the ability to look back on the era from a much later perspective, is able to convey all this in a way that those earlier films, including "8 ½" itself, could not. In this sense, "Nine" sees "8 ½" more as an artifact than as the contemporary trailblazer it was in its time.

As with all remakes and "re-imaginings" of classic works, we must finally ask ourselves the crucial question: "Is this trip really necessary?" I think in the case of "Nine," I will have to go with "Yes" - or, if not "necessary," at least audacious and stimulating. "8 ½" aficionados and Fellini purists may have trouble warming up to this version, but I see it not as a denigration of the master and his great work, but as a tribute to them.