Moulin Rouge for the Gazillionth Time.

Managed to go home early yesterday. Even managed to steal some time to watch a movie. My favourite movie of all time. Moulin Rouge. If you followed my blog for years now you would know that this is not my first time writing about this movie but I DON’T CARE.

I must've watched this damn movie a gazillion times. Every single time I watch this I am reminded of why this is probably my all-time favourite movie ever. Moulin Rouge has ruined me of musicals. I can never ever watch another musical without comparing it to Moulin Rouge. There has not been a single movie or musical which could make me feel a whole roller coaster ride of emotions and then some. I fall deeply in love, despair, exhilaration, anger, righteousness at the same time. The movie fills me with so much hope my heart could explode. And make my heart soar like a majestic eagle gliding across blue sky. And make me smile like a giddy giggly little school girl who had just for the very first time discovered love. Mygod have I told you how much I love this movie? I fucking love it. In fact the word love can’t even begin to capture my true feelings about this movie.

Ewan oh Ewan. The first time you opened your mouth to sing those magical words “my gift is my song… and this one’s for you…” I was blown away. Frozen. Speechless. Incapacitated. My eyes, they were filled with tears, my heart it was filled with hope, my head, it was filled with visions of heaven. Oh how you looked when you sang that song. How your eyes sparkled with naïve hopefulness and earnestness. And that shy boyish smile. The slight curve on your lips. It made me want to grab you from the screen and hold on to you forever. And you can tell everybody. That this is your song. It maybe quite simple but, now that it’s done. I hope you don’t mind. I hope you don’t mind. That I put down in words. How wonderful life is, now you’re in the world….

Every single time you sing the love medley with Nicole I FEEL so much my tiny beating heart could implode from it all. When you sing. I sing. When you dance I dance. When you smile I smile. When you cry I cry with you. And when you sang Come What May, by the windowsill, with the soft lighting surrounding you as the camera pans in, with that look in your eye. Your hopeful lost-puppy eyed look. It was magical. Like in a dream. So romantic it made my heart break.

When the Argentinean sang Roxanne, I was sucked into a whirlwind of a completely different set of emotions. It was filled with so much raw, powerful emotions. And the tango which accompanied the Argentinean’s gritty, husky voice – perfect. Watching the dancers’ expression when they execute their choreography with precision and grace evokes a whole kaleidoscope of emotions anger, jealousy, lust, love, hate, passion. PASSION. This was the most passionate performance I have ever seen in my life. Brimming with so much sexual energy and tension. It makeS you want to grab somebody, push them against a wall, and…. Yeah. Never have I ever heard of a single musical performance which can compare to the Argentinean’s Roxanne. Nothing can ever top this. Ever. Ever. Never.

And the ending. Ohmygod the ending. When Ewan turns around, and walks slowly to the stage, while singing the “come what may” line repeatedly….. with my heart beating furiously, my breathe held, my hands trembling. Heart can pop out of my mouth can die and go to heaven straight. SO EMO OMG.

Come what may!
Come what may!
COME what mayyy!
COME WHAT MAYY!!!

_nose bleed pengsan_

I LOVE THIS MOVIE OMG OMG OMG I LOVE IT HAVE I TOLD YOU HOW MUCH I FUCKING LOVE THIS MOVIE OMG PLEASE LET ME TELL YOU AGAIN. I LOVE IT THIS IS A FUCKING MASTERPIECE. LEANARDO’S MONA LISA. BEETHOVEN’S FIFTH. STEVE JOB’S MACBOOK. BAZ LUHRMANN’s MOULIN ROUGE. I LOVE IT!