Saturday--blissfully hangover-free of course since I mostly stuck to brandy, one of my three lucky boozes--K. and I made our way uptown for some Indian buffet and the movie Nine. Rob Marshall sure can make a gorgeous looking movie, unfortunately the script and music were pretty forgettable for the most part. But some of the acting was brilliant enough to elevate the material. Daniel Day Lewis did an amazing job in the main role as a past-his-prime Italian film director. Marion Cotillard was great as his estranged wife and her big emotional striptease number was one of the affecting scenes in the film. Penelope Cruz was delightfully adorable as his mistress. And Judi Dench was perfection (as always) as his longtime costumer and confidant. That said, Fergie's presence was unnecessary, Kate Hudson seemed shipped in from a completely different movie, Sophia Loren scared me a little, and Nicole Kidman didn't connect with her role as the director's muse as well as you'd expect.