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Moulin Rouge
When I took the metro up to northern Paris in search for Nicole Kidman's post-divorce habitation, I expected something a little more Spectacular Spectacular and not the tiny gitchi-gitchi-ya-ya thing I saw before me.
Lady Marmalade couldn't even smear herself on a baguette in this box. I expected it to be twice the size of the Eiffel Tower with emerald fairies swatting gossemer wings all about... instead it's lego. Although, as we all know, the first 30 minutes of Moulin Rouge the movie are a steaming mess of kitsch appropriated medleys and rhitalin-less camera work... then the story begins. Yet I was staring at the real Moulin Rouge for at least two hours and I didn't even get a glimpse of Nicole Kidman on a trapeze.Is Moulin Rouge amazing Australian cinema? or is it naffery? Add a comment...
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