The best thing about Rob Marshall’s wandering, sporadically entertaining adaptation of the Broadway musical Nine is that for once he’s put an actor instead of a performer front and center. The murderous flappers of Chicago were almost uniformly excellent at taking a big number and blowing it right through the back of the movie theater. The slinking minxes of Nine pout, roar, and coil across the screen with aplomb, but there’s a dissonance in the film that they’re all dancing around, and his name is Daniel Day-Lewis – an actor surrounded by performers whom he upstages with a weary hunch of his shoulders…
Nine is in limited release right about now. Read the full review at filmcritic.com.