Rob Marshall’s Nine finally arrives. In the stalls of Makati Cinema Square. I’ve been youtubing Kate Hudson’s Cinema Italiano since last year and it’s twice as gorgeous in pirated DVD. I loved the black and white, I loved the play of light. I loved the lingerie display, the slutty Penelope, even the fat cheeks of Kate Hudson who I have newfound respect for. The cabana beats, the sassy singing, all the sashaying made me want to become a dancer like Kate Hudson and the guys in suits and shades and to some extent, Penelope, who vamps the hell out of Call from the Vatican. Rob Marshall gets a beating for being too flashy, too stylish, too out there, because really, what good are Oscar winning actors in a musical if they can’t sing. Apparently, they mean a lot. Cinema Italiano is no Cell Block Tango but what a gorgeous, gorgeous movie this is.