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
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Rob Marshall (Chicago) directed Nine, a musical about Fellini’s 8 1/2
8 1/2 is above average, but it’s hardly big enough to get its own musical. I mean, if that’s the case, then my dick should at least get a song.
For the last time, Vinnie, Wii Fitness doesn’t make you a jock.
Really, Kate Hudson singing a song on a catwalk, that’s your Oscar pick?
Right Said Fred did it better anyway.
*sticks a finger in, licks*
Hmmm…needs more camel-toe…
Gals with big hair singing about Guidos….isn’t this that Jersey Shore Reality show?
If Sharapova’s dog isn’t going to show up, maybe at least her beaver can make an appearance?
Burnsy, I said it wasn’t a jock thing…
I saw a revival of Nine on Broadway a few years ago, and honestly, I spent 95% of the time wondering what the hell was going on. I don’t know if it was just that particular production, but it was kind of an unintelligible trainwreck.
Long story short, if this thing beats Inglourious Basterds, I’ll be pissed. But that’s the Oscars for you.
*cough* Hurt Locker *cough, cough*
I haven’t been this hard since Up With People stopped doing the Super Bowl half time show.
Wait, no, that’s the stapler.
Haha, you gays are so cute, thinking that a good movie is going to win the Best Picture Oscar.
I think Star Trek should be a Best Picture nom. And Adventureland. And Up. Mainly because those are the only movies I watched this year.
District 9 for this fella.
With Hurt Locker winning, of course. Sorry, I’m a sucker for kids who are murdered and turned into corpse bombs.
Can we just get Rob Marshall and Baz Luhrmann to settle this game of one-upmanship in an octagon? Call it “UFC 111: La Cage: Ow, Foe!” and have James Lipton referee.
If you think having impromptu song and dance numbers in a movie makes it too inappropriate to win an Oscar let me direct you to Exhibit A: Life Is Beautiful
Gay serious/
moulin rouge is one motherfucking innovative film
gay out/
Remember when Stacy Ferguson didn’t look like a transvestite?
I mean, she was 10, but remember?
I have infinite respect for drag queens when they’re able to make themselves look more like a believable woman than Fergie.