Rob Marshall (Chicago) directed Nine, a musical about Fellini‘s 8 1/2, and though it doesn’t open until Christmas, it feels like I’ve been hearing Oscar buzz about this for three months now. Granted, I hate musicals*. It’s not a knee-jerk jock thing, I just don’t understand the impulse. You’re telling someone a story and all of a sudden you decide to break into song? That’s what homeless people do. But even given it’s not my cup of tea, what the hell is this? Really, Kate Hudson singing a song on a catwalk, that’s your Oscar pick? Does this not feel like a commercial to anyone else? You can try to sexy it up all you want, but I kept expecting Maria Sharapova’s dog to show up. Oh Daniel Day-Lewis, first a bum foot, now jazz hands. Will you ever stop faking disabilities for attention? Keep this up and we might have to date.
*Singin’ in the Rain gets a pass