You know, I'm not even going to find a synopsis for this one, I am just going to admit I stone cold hated Moulin Rouge the first time I saw it. I remember sitting in the theater, trying to talk my brain into giving it a chance and my brain sitting there with its arms folding going "Nuh-uh. Don't like it."
I think what I hated most at the time was the use of modern music. I had forgotten they used original material as well and that material was much stronger, but I get ahead of myself.
We sat down to give this another go and, initially, I was a bit charmed. I really liked the bits where he was trying to remake Cabaret. The early conversation was breezy and fun:
ghost_light: I like him so much!
lonelydumptruck: I like her so much! They're both wonderful!
ghost_light: This is fun!
But, as time went on...
ghost_light:...wow. that.. that's not okay.
lonelydumptruck: Yeah...this hasn't aged well.
ghost_light: Good to go on?
lonelydumptruck: Yeah. There can't be that much left. Right?
ghost_light: Damn! That...this did not age well.
lonelydumptruck: This aged horribly and I'm the one that used to like it!
lonelydumptruck: Nah! There can't be that much left, right?
ghost_light: Oh good. We made it to Roxanne. Most memorable song in the show. Too bad it's juxtaposed with a rape.
lonelydumptruck: Out! Tapping out!
Needless to say, we did not finish it and I still hate this movie.