While I was in post-holiday laze mode late last week,
Tom and I went to see
Moulin Rouge. It's an enjoyable frenetic sensory rollercoaster ride to be sure (sometimes a little too so), but by the end I hadn't been convinced about the whole reworking contemporary songs into nineteenth century Paris thing. The novelty worked for a while but it wore off pretty fast (with the notable exception of "Like A Virgin" which was utterly hilarious). The leads sung competently but I
really don't buy Nicole Kidman in romantic roles: she'd do better sticking to the edgier stuff (
Dead Calm,
To Die For,
BMX Bandits). A spectacular spectacular most defintely but one that left me feeling a little hollow by the end.
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