Faith, Or The Opposite Of Pride

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Location: Home.
Listening: Moulin Rouge.

In brief, to quote Katina Choovanski, there is not profanity enough in this world to express how I feel about this film.

You're in love? Prove it. You're beautiful? Prove it. You believe in truth? Prove it. You want to be free? Prove it.

You claim to be in love, yet you know nothing of it. You whore yourself out to a building of brick and mortar. You refuse to face death instead of running from it to hide in the arms of the past you supposedly despise. You would sacrifice that which you claim to be the thing you cherish most in the face of material demands and manipulative bastards with their own agendas. You faint on a couch instead of grabbing a candlestick and knocking the Duke over the head? You agree to deceive the man you say you love rather than run from the life you say you hate? You are no tragedy, little girl. You're the story of everybody's life. Maybe that's why you appeal. Maybe that's why I pray that you're what I'll never be. Because I believe in truth, love, freedom, beauty--and you're none of these things. You appeal to the status quo because you are the status quo. You have proven yourself to be nothing but smoke and mirrors, as insubstantial as the love you claim to have--it takes more to rise above that, sweetheart. You are a tragedy because you choose to be.

Don't get me started on the musicians you've bastardized. No doubt they, as I, want their money back.

Robbed at the Academy Awards? Perhaps "humored" is a better choice of words. The costumes are excellent. The choreography is decent. The rest is worthy of my ninth-grade drama class.

Give me a handful of 'shrooms and Billboard's Top Ten of 1983 and I will give you Moulin Rouge. This film appeals best, it seems, to those who've never done LSD and can't hold their liquor to boot.

If you want to see Baz Luhrmann at his best, see Romeo & Juliet and overlook this over-produced adolescent tripe. This might win out over Frankie And Annette: Back To The Beach for my worst film of all time.

"I've paid my whore."

Yeah, so have I. She's called "Blockbuster". And I could have gotten a better deal at Fatburger.




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