"Nine" has taken the same circuitous route to the big screen as "The Producers" did a few years back. First, it started out life as a beloved movie - in this case, Fellini's classic 1963 "8 ½" - then got itself reincarnated in the form of a Broadway musical (undergoing a name change in the process); finally it got adapted back into a movie by the trusty hands of Hollywood, much to the consternation, apparently, of most of the nation's film critics.
The original movie was a phantasmagoric blending of memory, reality and wish-fulfillment fantasy, focused on a major Italian film director caught in creative crisis (a figure obviously based on Fellini himself). Daniel Day-Lewis takes on the role, made famous by Marcello Mastroianni, of the filmmaker (now named Guido Contini) who "has nothing left to say" - either as a man or as an artist - a man so harried and hounded by producers, subordinates, reporters, detractors, sycophants, and assorted hangers-on that he sneaks away for a rest-cure at an out-of-the-way health spa. With all his creative juices dried up and feeling that he will have a nervous breakdown if he has to make even one more statement or executive decision regarding his film, Guido, like many of us, believes he will find the peace he so desperately yearns for by retreating from the outside world. But Guido soon discovers that there is no escaping from the people and pressures of the world in which we live - nor from our religious and familial upbringing - for they are each of them an integral part of the fabric that makes us who we are.
Visually, "Nine" captures all the flash, dash and excitement of life among the glitterati in the Eternal City circa 1965. In terms of plot and incident, the Michael Tolkin/Anthony Minghella screenplay (itself derived from Arthur Kopit's Broadway adaptation) follows the original fairly closely, but what's missing is the spark of cinematic genius that Fellini alone could bring to the material. But can one reasonably have expected that, anyway? As a director, Rob Marshall does an impressive job re-staging the dramatic portions, but he certainly doesn't have Fellini's flair for the carnival-like atmosphere that became a signature feature of all his later works (but, then again, who does?). However, as he did in "Chicago," Marshall demonstrates that he knows how to slide in and out of the musical numbers without being unduly jarring about it. That's particularly challenging given that most of the numbers - which serve as reflections of the characters' thoughts and feelings and the movie's themes - are done largely on surrealistic soundstages, as opposed to the on-location filming of the non-musical portions of the movie.
No surprise, Day-Lewis is superb as the dashing but world-weary director (truly as much a celebrity as an artist), perfectly capturing the angst, frustration and conflict taking place deep within the soul of a creator who still has so much to say - despite his protestations to the contrary - but not the slightest clue of how to say it. Guido is clearly trying to be a good person, but all those inner demons are doing their best to thwart him at virtually every turn. There are many moving moments of deep introspection, as Guido contemplates the direction of his life and the effect his actions are having on the people he loves. I'm going to go out on a limb here, and it may sound like blasphemy even to say this, but Day-Lewis lets us see his character's pain in a way that even Mastroianni himself did not. Interestingly, by tamping down some of Fellini's cinematic "distancing devices" and icy-cool tone, the movie actually allows us to relate with Guido on a more personal level and to care more deeply about his plight.
Marion Cotillard replaces Anouk Aimee as Guido's devoted but long-suffering wife who knows about her husband's infidelity and who suspects he has become a filmmaker as a means both of avoiding having to deal with real life and of achieving personal forgiveness and redemption for himself; Penelope Cruz stars as Guido's flighty mistress, whose sudden appearance at the spa throws Guido's world into a tizzy; and Sophia Loren puts in an occasional appearance as Guido's recently deceased mother who gives him words of advice and comfort from beyond the grave. Nicole Kidman portrays Claudia, the beautiful young starlet who loves Guido but ultimately refuses to be just another of his numerous "conquests." Judi Dench plays the fashion designer who appears to be the one level-headed and brutally honest person whom Guido can turn to for advice and support. And all of them are excellent.
One thing that "Nine" has going for it that "8 ½" didn't is the perspective that comes with the passage of time. When the original was released, it WAS "Italian Cinema" - and everything that went along with that term. As a result, the movie was totally unconscious of itself and the place it and other films of its time period would occupy in movie history. "Nine," with the ability to look back on the era from a much later perspective, is able to convey all this in a way that those earlier films, including "8 ½" itself, could not. In this sense, "Nine" sees "8 ½" more as an artifact than as the contemporary trailblazer it was in its time.
As with all remakes and "re-imaginings" of classic works, we must finally ask ourselves the crucial question: "Is this trip really necessary?" I think in the case of "Nine," I will have to go with "Yes" - or, if not "necessary," at least audacious and stimulating. "8 ½" aficionados and Fellini purists may have trouble warming up to this version, but I see it not as a denigration of the master and his great work, but as a tribute to them.
