Movie: Nine

I'm blogging alot these days. The irony? I'm terribly busy, especially this week.

Jack kind of got forced to watch Nine, the semi-biographical movie-musical by Robert Marshall; I had seem to gain the superability to coerce psychologically. LOL. Anyway, it wasn't the best of films, but it was one of those films which made you think alot during the screening and emerge brain-tired. Jack didn't survive the onslaught. But it made me want to cry for Guido Contini, the man in the story; a victim of opportunities; a slave to flashlights and fame; a glutton for empty lust; and a loser when it came to in love. His heart, body and soul were no more than struggling fugitives, living the life of a vagrant, failing to find those footpaths back to the bed he had rightfully belonged to. He failed, stumbling and falling, tripped by none other than himself.

While it was a relatively neutral ending, I had hoped for more melodrama, more conflict, more memorable music. Be Italian is stuck in my head for the moment, simply because it's a classic off the original Broadway production of Nine. Apart from that, the rest of the music weren't sticky enough. In terms of the cast, Jack agreed that they should have gotten Robert Dowey Jr. to play the role of Guido Contini, because he's bad-boy kick-ass play-boy enough. And who could complain about the women? Never enough of pouty, sultry, fishnet-stocking songstresses, are we?

Good movie to bring the girls to, not the boys. They do fall asleep. And I'm serious.