Moulin Rouge (1952)
Actors:
Christopher Lee (actor),
Tutte Lemkow (actor),
Georges Lannes (actor),
José Ferrer (actor),
Harold Kasket (actor),
Arthur Howard (actor),
Theodore Bikel (actor),
José Ferrer (actor),
Peter Cushing (actor),
Michael Balfour (actor),
Francis De Wolff (actor),
Charles Carson (actor),
Fernand Fabre (actor),
Lee Montague (actor),
Jim Gérald (actor),
Plot: Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec frequently visits the Moulin Rouge, where he drinks cognac and draws sketches of the dancers and singers. Though the son of a French count, Henri's legs were badly deformed by a childhood fall, and his personal life is often unhappy as a result. While he is going home one night, a spirited young woman of the streets, Marie, asks him for help. He falls in love with her, and the two become involved in a tumultuous relationship. It becomes increasingly difficult for Toulouse-Lautrec to balance his personal feelings, his artistic abilities, and his family name and position.
Keywords: 1890s, 1900s, 19th-century, 20th-century, artist, based-on-novel, brother-brother-relationship, cancan, color-in-title, dance
Genres:
Biography,
Drama,
Music,
Romance,
Taglines: The most startling and daring love story ever told! Wild, wicked, wonderful Paris...all her loves, ladies and lusty legends!
Quotes:
Jane Avril: Henri, we heard you were dying. We simply had to come say good-bye.
Henri: Marriage is like a dull meal with the dessert at the beginning. I have it on the very highest authority.
Henri: Will you to the opera go with me tomorrow night, mademoiselle? While you make up your mind, let me remind you of the ladies of the Spanish court, who always kept their pet apes by their side so that they themselves would look more beautiful.::Myriamme Hayam: Is your wit always turned against yourself, Monsieur Lautrec?
Sarah: You should not drink so fast, Monsieur Lautrec. It burns your stomach.::Henri: I'm thirsty. Please.::Sarah: Wine is for thirst.::Henri: At least you did not say water.::Sarah: Water is for Americans.::Henri: Some men can swing by their heels on the flying trapeze. Some men can become president of the republic. I can drink cognac.
La Goulue: One day I'll go right down her throat, pull her heart out, and feed it to my cat!::Henri: If you can get at her. She has long arms, Aicha.::La Goulue: I'll crack them, I'll - ...::[Aicha kicks her]::La Goulue: You kick me!::Aicha: *You* kicked *me*!::Henri: This calls for a drink. Cognac?::La Goulue: Thank you.::[she throws the drink in Aicha's face]::Henri: Aicha?::Aicha: [Aicha accepts the glass and throws the contents in La Goulue's face] Thanks.::Henri: [smiles] Now, we're all *friends* again.::[the women fight]
Jane Avril: What is wrong with me, Henri? Other women find love and happiness. I find only disenchantment.::Henri: But you find it so often.
Jane Avril: Have you ever had contact with a legal mind, Henri? It's beyond belief. I wasn't the vision of his dreams, I was the party of the first part. He didn't declare his love for me, he merely acknowledged that as a state of affection exists... Oh Henri, why couldn't you be tall and handsome?::Henri: Two more of these and I shall be. [He drinks]::Jane Avril: You are the only man who has never bored me.::Henri: I am the only man who has never loved you.::Jane Avril: Henri, over there. There is the most beautiful creature. Look at those shoulders.::Henri: For your sake, I pray that they are not padded.
Georges Seurat: Drink your drink, Henri, and then we will go to the Louvre and refresh our souls, eh?::Henri: The Louvre. That graveyard.::Gauzi: Graveyard! The home of the Mona Lisa, and he calls it a, a graveyard!::Anquetin an Artist: Ah, the Mona Lisa. Only the greatest painting in the world. At this moment I could kneel down and give thanks to Leonardo.::Henri: And how do you know it is the greatest painting in the world? And how do you know it was by Leonardo?::Anquetin an Artist: Because I feel it! I feel it here, in my heart.::Henri: I feel in my heart that you are a pompous ass, but that does not make it so.::Gauzi: Only Leonardo could have painted that smile. She smiles with her eyes!::Henri: I don't care if she smiles with her navel, that still doesn't say that Da Vinci painted it.
Anquetin an Artist: [hurt] If I hadn't needed this drink...::[he gulps it down]::Anquetin an Artist: -I'd have *thrown* it at him!
La Goulue: Is that supposed to be *me*?::Aicha: Ah, it couldn't be. Her linen is clean.::La Goulue: Which could never be said of your neck.::Zidler: Ladies, ladies!::La Goulue: Carrion.::Aicha: Gutter filth!::La Goulue: You drink your own bath water.::Aicha: You drink *other* people's!::La Goulue: [Slapping her own head] Ha ha!::[the women fight]