Nine’s a slang and Art’s no Drag

I can’t believe the movie I most await this year is a musical! It’s ironic because I am about to join a club called “The Art of Dance Avoidance”. It’s irony of ironies because the movie stars Daniel Day. It’s called Nine. (Nine is a certain slang down where I come from!) Dan D. has a reputation for picking roles that blows hats off. Not really. The one he picked in There Will be Blood rips top of the heads off. I recently watched The Unbearable Lightness of Being. He plays a skillful womanizer – one of his very few soberest roles in terms of violence and mood extremes (such a womanizer, perhaps, is the quietest soul there ever is). Nine has him play a filmmaker who hits his emotional nadir and gets hooked up with many a women. I want him throw his tantrums like they’re pebbles. Strike me with a killer one, Danny D. I know he will. It’s his cup of tea.



There are promising potential for some women actors. Here’s the awesome catch! Nicole K. is gonna shine? Forget it. She’s a better star and she can. It doesn’t matter. I would like to see Penélope C. stir the chemistry. By Jove! She was great in Vicky Christina. Well, I lay all my bets on Marion Cotillard. For the uninitiated, La Vie en rose. Ring a bell? It doesn’t. I haven’t seen it either. I only saw her win the Academy. A Very Long Engagement. Ring a bell? It doesn’t. It did for me. I just figured it. She played the assassin and later the baldy dead-woman walking. Marion C. plays Dan D.’s spouse in Nine. Mann’s Public Enemies and Nolan’s Inception have her star too – the other flicks I patiently await alongside Scorsese’s Shutter Island. Beware I am going scatterbrain! I would like to call it stream of consciousness. No, it’s not stream of constipations.



Surely, there have been constipations of good flicks so far. While at it, I also await The Road starring Viggo M. (based on No Country For Old Men author Cormac McCarthy’s Pulitzer winning novel) and 9 (an animation flick voicing Elijah W.). I am saddened to learn Bale’s character in Public Enemies is insipid. Hopefully, Johnny D. is less annoying as a modern-day Robin Hood in it. He’s never a safe bet because I am neither a gay nor a girl. I will give it a shot for Mike M. not unrealistically expecting a la Heat. Inception has Leonardo D. He’s a safe bet. When backed by Nolan, there can go hardly anything wrong. Shutter Island again has Lee. What a joy. Welcome back Scorsese! Drive us mad. Shutter seemingly happens in a real-life Arkham Asylum. Where’s is Heath?



Back to basics. A musical is always a hit or miss. No one would let me watch Chicago not only because it stars Rich G. but it’s a musical. Musical? All the bad movies are musicals. Just watch Indian flicks for a year and tell me if you don’t constantly puke the second half of the year. Such is my aversion to monotonousness. When comes to art, you better weigh it against your runny, achy throat. The lesser the projectile vomiting the better. No more slumdogs. No more watchmens. That’s all I ask. A musical can be lifted off its clichéd naivety. It’s not a Herculean task. All it needs is the lost respect for the audience. Nine has Italian music and Danny D. learned Italian for his role (I get a good nostalgic feeling of Godfather and Rob D. and Cinema Paradiso). It seems he’s been speaking it in and out of his character. It’s no surprise the movie I most await this year stars Dan D. That doesn’t in anyway suggest I keep myself from joining the privileged club.