On DVD: When a Movie Fails to Become a Movie, Is It Art?
Rob Marshall's newest old-school Broadway musical reconstitution, Nine, got humdingered by critics when it briefly splashed into theaters last year. Audiences apparently felt the same way, because they ignored it, and so just when you're thinking Daniel Day Lewis can't pick his nose without getting Oscar-nominated, the year's biggest musical came and went in a fog of shame.
You'd probably loathe Nine, too, if you rented it now on DVD and expected a lavish, expert, star-studded musical, the traditional kind that fans of the 1982 Broadway show still sing hosannas about. (I still remember the, um, tempting TV commercials for the show, featuring a kittenish Anita Morris in a see-through body suit). But what if you expected a non-movie? Because that's what it is -- and it shouldn't be a surprise, derived as it is from Federico Fellini's 8½ (1963), which is about how Fellini can't summon the focus or creative energy to actually make a movie. But then he makes one anyway.
Bob Fosse's All that Jazz (1979) and Woody Allen's Stardust Memories (1980) did the same thing in overtly Felliniesque ways, all of it probing the essence of the form's primary text, Chuck Jones's Duck Amuck (1953), which, you'll remember, chronicles Daffy Duck's descent into psychosis as the film around him fails to ever become a "film," and in fact tries to kill him.
The idea hit the mud with Peter Greenaway's 8½ Women (2000) -- which makes Marshall's boondoggle look like, well, Fellini -- and passes through the stratosphere again with Spike Jonze and Charlie Kaufman's Adaptation (2002), which fails to "become" even as it succeeds, and then morphs into exactly the kind of movie its screenwriter didn't want to make.
In the process of expressing their various failures to make a movie, Fellini and most of the others also managed (almost coincidentally) to make traditionally enthralling and hilarious movies as well. Not Marshall -- his dedication to his material's self-destructing Duck Amuck-ness is pure as the driven snow. In other words, what was considered by most critics to be Marshall's crash-&-burn failure to make an orthodox movie might've instead been his uncorrupted focus on Fellini's mission: to chronicle creative inertia. In a way, Marshall succeeded where Fellini failed. If you're making a film about the agonies of artistic block, shouldn't your film be ruinous and unsatisfying in every way?
Mind you, it's not a hand job to sit through -- the original musical (by Arthur M. Kopit and Maury Yestin) is so lumbering and uninventive it may well have "succeeded" at failing on stage to the same outrageous degree it does on screen. Sure, Stacy Ferguson (the Black Eyed Peas' Fergie) vamps her number through the skylight, and Oscar-winner Marion Cotillard delivers her song like a stork delivering its last baby of the year. As welcome though they are, the occasional juicy musical moments almost wreck Marshall's master plan. But not quite.
Comments
Nice!
I loved Kate Hudson's hairography, too!
maybe im too high to get this. is this what you're saying:
this is a very bad movie, its a movie about writer's/creative block. there have been many movies done about this subject, like the marvelous 'fellini 8 e 1/2' and the great 'adaptation'... since these are great movies, they aren't really about writer's/creative block?
again, forgive me if im being slow, i should wait till tomorrow, really...
but you're saying that 'nine' is an awful movie but can be considered to be good art, not because its challenging, or interesting, but because its a horrible movie, because it does what it is "supposed" to represent?
is this it?
cause my answer to both would be no. . its just a horrible movie badly cast (badly acted in the most part) that i tried to watch on a plane and i couldnt stand the horribleness of it!! (and everyone knows how movies seem better when you're on a plane, since you've nothing better to do). it is not a movie about creative block, i never felt creative's block was an issue, but bad poor director choices.
its no point to try to discuss the meaning of art, no one can win that discussion. i just cant see this being...
actually, no... hang on....
yea, i totally see it now... you're right....
its up there with the amount of shit i see on galleries everywhere, those empty pieces of horribleness that art curators just lurrrve, because they project some meaning to them, so they can sell and then art snobs who want to look cool project other meanings to it because they dont understand shit, and then IT BECOMES ART! it really does if you think about it. so yea, i think youre up to something.
and then again, its all relative and i am quite high, so....
i kinda dug this article
What the hell, Syd? Are you high?
oh yeaaaa 🙂
hey i came back!
i hate it when i post smileys/emoticons but sometimes they just post themselves
Syd,
You really think something that long will be a comment of the week?
i honestly dont give a shit, my friend.