The script is stupid and debasing, subjecting the tycoon to numerous cat-piss and emasculation jokes after he turns into "Mister Fuzzypants."
It's not that Nine Lives is terrible. It's just that it's not terrible enough.
A Frankenstein's monster of Hollywood's worst instincts, a movie made with a math formula where its vision should have been. The fact of the matter is that you're going to need nine wines to endure "Nine Lives."
The cast member you really feel bad for is the cat.
Family audiences should not be fooled. This witless talking cat movie needs to go out with the kitty litter.
Let's just say I have been to wakes that have elicited more laughs.
Very little of it makes sense, even when accounting for human-feline mind-swaps, and everything is cheap, from the recycled gags ... to the small, cramped sets and shortage of background extras.
To add insult to injury, the film actually opens with a montage of renowned cat videos.
Less funny than the average cat gif and approximately 1,000 times as long.