EW didn't like it very much. Owen Gleiberman gives it a
C, calling special attention to his dislike of the score:
". . .when the songs are going on, Nine at least has a pulse. Yet this musical, to my ears, hasn't aged well. The melodies tend to cluster into cliché hooks (there's a lot of honking burlesque, and too many faux-'60s-Italian carnival-of-life showstoppers), and Marshall's staging lacks the thrilling unity he brought to Chicago. The numbers, while lively, remain cluttered and stage-bound.
The women, however, are spirited and sexy. Cruz performs a mock bump-and-grind with real heat, and Fergie, as an oh-so-Fellini-esque beach drifter, turns herself into a wild electric siren. If only the lyrics weren't so awful! Cotillard, a lovely presence, is martyred by having to sing such gems as 'My husband makes movies/To make them he lives a kind of dream/In which his actions aren't always what they seem!' No wonder Day-Lewis looks like he's having stomach trouble. He spends most of Nine as a haunted spectator, and you want to tell the guy to lighten up. The ? movie Guido is trying to dream doesn't look like much fun, and neither is Nine"
ETA: Sorry, I forgot the link. I've added it now.
Entertainment Weekly: Movie Review: Nine, Reviewed by Owen Gleiberman
Updated On: 12/10/09 at 01:44 AM