Plot
The year is 1899, and Christian, a young English writer, has come to Paris to follow the Bohemian revolution taking hold of the city's drug and prostitute infested underworld. And nowhere is the thrill of the underworld more alive than at the Moulin Rouge, a night club where the rich and poor men alike come to be entertained by the dancers, but things take a wicked turn for Christian as he starts a deadly love affair with the star courtesan of the club, Satine. But her affections are also coveted by the club's patron: the Duke. A dangerous love triangle ensues as Satine and Christian attempt to fight all odds to stay together but a force that not even love can conquer is taking its toll on Satine...
Keywords: 1890s, 1900s, 19th-century, absinthe, acting, altered-version-of-studio-logo, anachronism, apache-dance, apartment, attempted-murder
No Laws. No Limits. One Rule. Never Fall In Love.
This Story Is About Truth
This Story Is About Beauty
This Story Is About Freedom
Above All Things This Story Is About Love
Truth - Beauty - Freedom - Love
Club Moulin Rouge - an experience you won't forget!
The show must go on
The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return.
Every man wanted her. But One man dared to love her.
Satine: Tell our story Christian, that way I'll-I'll always be with you.
Christian: Where were you last night?::Satine: I told you... I was sick.::Christian: You don't have to lie to me.::Satine: We have to end it. Everybody knows. Harold knows. Sooner or later the Duke will find out.
Toulouse-Lautrec: I got it, I got it. Christian.::[shouts]::Toulouse-Lautrec: The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
Christian: [to the Duke] This woman is yours now. I've paid my whore. [to Satine] I owe you nothing. And you are nothing to me. Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love.
Zidler: I am the evil maharajah.::Satine: Oh Harold, no one could play him like you could.::Zidler: No one's going to.
Zidler: Send Christian away. Only you can save him.
The Duke: I don't like this ending...::Zidler: Don't like the ending, my dear Duke?::The Duke: Why should the courtesan chose the penniless sitar player over the maharajah who is offering her a lifetime of security? That's real love. Once the sitar player has satisfied his lust he will leave her with nothing. I suggest that the courtesan chose the maharajah.::Toulouse-Lautrec: But, but tell me, that ending does not uphold the Bohemian ideals of truth, beauty, freedom, and...::The Duke: [shouts] I don't care about your ridiculous dogma! Why shouldn't the courtesan chose the maharajah?::Christian: [shouts] Because she doesn't love you!... Him... Hi-him, she doesn't love... she doesn't love him.::The Duke: Oh, I see... Monsieur Zidler, the play will be rewritten with the courtesan choosing the maharajah and without the lovers' secret song. It will be rehearsed in the morning, ready for the opening tomorrow night...::Zidler: But, my dear Duke, that will be quite impossible.::Satine: Harold, the Duke is being treated appallingly. These silly writers let their imaginations run away with themselves. Why don't you and I have a little supper, and then we can tell Monsieur Zidler how we would like the story to end.
Satine: I don't need you anymore! All my life you made believe I was only worth what someone would pay for me! But Christian loves me. He loves me! He loves me, Harold. And that is worth everything! We're going away from you, away from the Duke, away from the Moulin Rouge!
Christian and Satine: Come what may, I will love you until my dying day.
Satine: What's his type? Wilting flower? Bright and bubbly? Or smoldering temptress?::Zidler: I'd say... smoldering temptress.
The Arabian Peninsula (Arabic: شبه الجزيرة العربية šibh al-jazīrat al-ʻarabīya or جزيرة العرب Ǧazīrat al 'Arab) is a land mass situated north-east of Africa. Also known as Arabia or the Arabian subcontinent, it is the world's largest peninsula and covers 3,237,500 km2 (1,250,000 mi2). The area is an important part of the Asian continent and plays a critical geopolitical role of the Middle East and Arab World due to its vast reserves of oil and natural gas. The peninsula formed as a result of the rifting of the Red Sea between 56-23 million years ago, and is bordered by the Red Sea to the west, the Persian Gulf to the northeast, and the Indian Ocean to the southeast.
The Arabian Peninsula is located in the Asia continent and bounded by (clockwise) the Persian Gulf on the northeast, the Strait of Hormuz and the Gulf of Oman on the east, the Arabian Sea on the southeast and south, the Gulf of Aden on the south, the Bab-el-Mandeb strait on the southwest, and the Red Sea on the southwest and west. The northern portion of the peninsula merges with the Syrian Desert with no clear border line, although the northern boundary of the Arabian Peninsula is generally considered to be the northern borders of Saudi Arabia and Kuwait.
Maurice-Alexis Jarre (13 September 1924 – 28 March 2009) was a French composer and conductor. His son is the electronic composer Jean Michel Jarre.
Although he composed several concert works, Jarre is best known for his film scores, particularly for his collaborations with film director David Lean. Jarre composed the scores to all of Lean's films since Lawrence of Arabia (1962). Other notable scores include The Train (1964), Mohammad, Messenger of God (1976), Witness (1985) and Ghost (1990).
Jarre was awarded a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Three of his compositions spent a total of 42 weeks on the UK singles chart chart; the biggest hit was "Somewhere My Love" (to his tune "Lara's Theme", with lyrics by Paul Francis Webster) by the Michael Sammes Singers, which reached Number 14 in 1966 and spent 38 weeks on the chart.
Jarre was a three time Academy Award winner, for Lawrence of Arabia (1962), Doctor Zhivago (1965), and A Passage to India (1984), all of which were directed by David Lean. He was Oscar nominated a total of eight times.
Arabia
Docked in Tangiers port at night
Heat drenched lights spread at a height
A young guide from the streets he'd fought
Spoke seven tongues though never taught
Arabia
Smoked a hashish cigarette
Chants float from a minaret
A Kasbah winds it's labyrinth
The coastal palace of a prince
Arabia
They're falling lightly, the veils of Arabia
The veils of Arabia
Arabia
Sabre dance in Istanbul
Thieves around a pedestal
Harems held like nature's beasts
The desert boasts a genie's feats
Arabia
Teenage boys played on a beach
Though no girls, they're out of reach
Heritage, their fathers land
And law laid by their fathers' hand
I lost my fear when she left the train
A final step into strange surroundings
My journey ends on the edge of pain
I see they all are here
I've spent too long on the inside out
My heart was cold and my soul was bleeding
I tried to creep back to normal life
And wished they all were here
It's been so long since she blew my clouds
Can't speak her name see the world is bleeding
An empty smile has betrayed her mouth
A hope they all were there
You make me wonder virgin
You make me see
And I haven't lost my way
Arabia - joined the eastern sunrise
Arabia - lost memories in your head
Arabia - kind of new horizon
Arabia - time was standing still
The grass was green and the sun was bright
The rain fell slow and the wind was calmer
Woke up one day found myself aside
Afraid they all have gone
You make me wonder
You make me see
And I haven't lost my way
Arabia - joined the eastern sunrise
Arabia - lost memories in your head
Arabia - kind of new horizon
Desert wind blowing hard seeking
Shelter ry to hide
On the run, got to make it, blinded
By the dust
That that fills my eyes
On the move, wihout water, defying
The demon star
How long can i take it, how far
Can i go...
Feel so alone now as the time's
Gone by
I can't believe you're gone
As i ride through the storm
Running for my life i see no end
To it all
They took her life as they
Stabbed her through the heart
And that was yesterday, now i'm on
The run in arabia
They stole my soul in the middle
Of the night
I've got to find a way, out of
This nightmare in arabia
Nights are cold, days are warm out
Here in this wasteland
Running around 'round in circles
Lost in the dunes of neverland
I've got to drink, i need water or
Else i will surely die
How long can i take this, how far
Can i go...
In my dreams you're always there