MOULIN ROUGE

I know it's a bit late watching this for the first time now.
Better late than never, no? The soundtrack rawks.
Wanted to find a nicer picture that the above about the movie, a picture that would perfectly exhibit the glitz and the sparkly-ness of Moulin Rouge, but I realized that this faded-looking one does just that and more.

The show's not just about garters, diamonds and ugly mustaches.
It's about the dancing. singing. acting.
It's about truth. freedom. err.. one more thing. and love.
And it's about sleeping in a gaudy giant elephant(?!).
hahha.

I'm 1 hour and 13 minutes into the show now and I'm contemplating if I should finish it now or finish it tomorrow.
If I finish it now, Satine (sexy name la) will die and I will be sad.
If I finish it tomorrow, Satine will die and I will be sad.
Sigh, the choices we have to make in life.

Forbidden love haih.
Love stories haihhhhh.
Like this one. Like Sepet. Those with unhappy endings.
It's so bad for health to watch em cause they die and you get sad.
Or i do anyways.
I think Hollywood should have came up with some sort of agreement before the age of movie-making. Something like..

"Okay, horror and thriller, you guys can have dead people in your show. But YOU guys, the luuuurve guys. You guys can have occasional conflicts but always always never-ending love.. in the end (no pun intended). "

But because stephanie ng looks nothing like Elizabeth Hurley has no wealth like Queen Elizabeth, the dream on top is in the end, just a dream. The horror shows will be the ones never-ending (Ring One, Ring Two.. Ring 100) and we will continue to see dead people in love shows (Moulin Rouge, A walk to remember). I know. I know I'm exagerating. let me, can.

Happiness. Peace. Love conquers all. or so I have heard.
If I could have one wish for everybody in the world, it would be love.
The greatest thing you'll ever learn is to love and to be loved in return.