Moulin Rouge
Moulin Rouge: What went through my head:
(beware of spoilers)
Wait--The Sound of Music is Rodgers and Hammerstein, an anachronism in 1900.
Like being a witness to someone else's bad acid trip.
Oh, I get it--the music is supposed to be anachronistic.
Boy, getting the music rights must have been horrendously expensive.
I'm sure the visual effects are supposed to be cheesy, but they're getting distracting.
The editing reminds me of a communications class I took in high school, where you didn't have enough footage and just had to slap together what you had.
Geez, Nicole Kidman is hot.
Elton John? Elton John?
What's with the sound effects?
A really bad acid trip, occasionally interrupted by a line or two of coherent script.
There, the movie's finally taking off, now that the dumb production numbers are over.
Is that really Ewan McGregor singing? I wish he stop shouting his songs.
Oooh. Slow motion.
Oh, Madonna now. This seems painfully forced. I'm half laughing and half cringing in embarrassment.
Oooh. The fatal slip of the tongue in a moment of passion.
Whoa. I didn't see The Police coming.
Walking towards the camera singing, with dancers in the background. Very music video.
... decent plotting ...
Another gaudy, overblown stage production. Thank goodness for the cutting away from it.
Almost a happy ending, but we know it can't end that way...
Slow motion. Not even the good shot-at-double-rate type, but the doubled-frames type.
And then what we all knew was coming.
The good: The dueling love songs. The bad: The gaudy, ridiculous stage productions, which I guess I'm not "bohemian" enough to enjoy. The ugly: "So exciting, the audience will stomp and cheer / So delighting, it will run for fifty years"? Ow.
★★★☆☆