mwah! every time.
Jun. 8th, 2002 09:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanmere words cannot express my deep and abiding love for Moulin Rouge. but especially this:
Christian: The magical sitar player falls from the roof and says, 'The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.'
Nini: This ending's silly. Why would the courtesan go for the penniless writer? Whoops! I mean sitar player...
Duke: I don't like this ending.
Zidler: Don't like the ending, my dear Duke?
Duke: Why would the courtesan choose a penniless sitar player over the Maharaja, who is offering a lifetime of security? *That's* real love. Once the sitar player has satisfied his lust he will leave the courtesan with nothing. I suggest that in the end the courtesan choose the Maharaja.
Toulouse: But, but, but surely that ending does not uphold the Bohemian ideals of Truth, Beauty, Freedom and--
Duke: I don't care about your ridiculous dogma! Why shouldn't the courtesan choose the Maharaja?!
Christian: Because she doesn't love you!
wham! gut punch every time. hands fly to my face as if i had said the words myself and i wait for lighting to strike us all down where we stand, it's that powerful. nothing like the naked truth by way of the good old-fashioned Freudian slip. and there was way too much sexual content in that sentence. reader's discretion advised.
"...come what may..."
Christian: The magical sitar player falls from the roof and says, 'The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.'
Nini: This ending's silly. Why would the courtesan go for the penniless writer? Whoops! I mean sitar player...
Duke: I don't like this ending.
Zidler: Don't like the ending, my dear Duke?
Duke: Why would the courtesan choose a penniless sitar player over the Maharaja, who is offering a lifetime of security? *That's* real love. Once the sitar player has satisfied his lust he will leave the courtesan with nothing. I suggest that in the end the courtesan choose the Maharaja.
Toulouse: But, but, but surely that ending does not uphold the Bohemian ideals of Truth, Beauty, Freedom and--
Duke: I don't care about your ridiculous dogma! Why shouldn't the courtesan choose the Maharaja?!
Christian: Because she doesn't love you!
wham! gut punch every time. hands fly to my face as if i had said the words myself and i wait for lighting to strike us all down where we stand, it's that powerful. nothing like the naked truth by way of the good old-fashioned Freudian slip. and there was way too much sexual content in that sentence. reader's discretion advised.
"...come what may..."
