Reel Thoughts: Nine + 3

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To borrow from the old song, “Nine is the loneliest sort that you’ll ever know.” At small that’s what you’ll glean from watching justice Day-Lewis as the most isolated and depressed European flick administrator of all time in Nine. Oh, sure, he’s a serial womanizer, but it doesn’t seem to give him much pleasure.


That is the great disappointment of Rob Marshall’s Nine. Based on the artist Fellini flick 8 ½ and the rousing Maury Yeston-Arthur Kopit Broadway musical, Marshall’s version is a well-made downer, all hangover and no party. It’s definitely not heeding its own call to “Be Italian,” modify if Fergie, as an realistic whore, momently brings the flick to life with that number.

Day-Lewis plays beloved European flick administrator Guido Contini (a fact you’ll never forget; half the lyrics are people repeating his name), a narcissist in artistic crisis. He is ordered to move his newborn film, but he hasn’t modify written it. It is to star his muse, Claudia, played as a gorgeous grapheme by Nicole Kidman, but she won’t agree to it. In the interior of an antagonistic press conference, Guido flees to a spa, and he entreats his sexy lover Carla (Penélope Cruz, channeling her Maria Elena role from Vicky Cristina Barcelona), to tie him.

Unfortunately, his long-suffering spouse Luisa (a standout Marion Cotillard) shows up as well. Despite good advice from his faithful costumer Lilli (Judi Dench), Guido messes up royally, retreating into a world of fantasies and memories that include a boyhood encounter with Fergie’s prostitute, visions of Sophia actress as his care and a recreation but disconnected diversion number featuring Kate naturalist as an dweller magazine writer.

The musical onstage is vibrant and entertaining, but Marshall has created something different, a moody psychological production that diminishes its source material. Nine is a lustrous example of work, with moments of joyfulness and enthusiastic performances from the entire cast, but it is not a film you’ll want to wager again — never a good clew with a musical.

Marshall’s impact on metropolis almost single-handedly alive the movie musical, but Nine threatens to place it back into hibernation.


Guy Ritchie is back in fighting shape with Sherlock Holmes, a fun, witty and exciting retelling of the classic story. Don’t let the “for-the-idiots” trailer fool you: it’s not a dumbed-down, sexed-up howler. Robert Downey Jr. cements his place as the go-to man for unconventional heroes, and Jude Law radiates a confident sexiness as Watson.

The homoerotic undercurrent — Watson’s agitated out and effort married and author is pissed soured — makes Rachel McAdams’ character a lovely distraction. I love McAdams, but she’s too lightweight as Holmes’ con-woman girlfriend, Irene Adler. Perhaps Rachel Weiss or Cate Blanchett could hit added some heft.

The news is an entertaining tale of a info society and the supernatural in Victorian England. The production design is exquisite and the film packs a aggregation of action. Sherlock author is the most fun you’ll hit this holiday!


Jason Reitman, director of Juno and Thank You for Smoking, seems incapable of making a bad movie. His latest, Up in the Air, is pretty great, and features martyr Clooney’s sexiest, most undefendable performances in years.

Vera Farmiga is smart, sexy and in control as Alex, the first woman to break through the defenses of Clooney's Ryan Bingham. Both are frequent flyer saucer junkies who get turned on by comparing rewards program cards.

Ryan is a professional firer — he flies the land birthing soured people. When he’s matched with hotshot philanthropist grad Natalie (Anna Kendrick), who’s devised a way to fire grouping via teleconference, he’s in danger of losing the thing he loves most in the world — unlimited travel.

Reitman’s film punctures Ryan’s amend but empty cosmos in the most adult, intelligent way. Up in the Air is up with the prizewinning films of the year.


Invictus is the latest flick by Clint Eastwood, featuring a terrific performance by Morgan Freeman as Nelson Mandela. It is also a generic inspirational sports story that will mostly appeal to Phoenix Storm fans.

Rugby is a hornlike climb to capture on film, but since Mandela used the abused apartheid-connected Springboks football team to bring South Africans together, it’s a necessary element. Freeman captures Mandela’s humane essence, and costar Matt Damon manages a pretty beatific South individual accent.

However, the story, while supported in fact, has much a tired familiarity, I doubt you’ll encounter yourself invigorated by Invictus.

Review by Neil Cohen, doc flick critic of Movie Dearest and Phoenix's Echo Magazine.

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