Moulin Rouge! (2001)

Actors: Baz Luhrmann (producer), Baz Luhrmann (writer), Kylie Minogue (actress), Richard Roxburgh (actor), Ewan McGregor (actor), David Wenham (actor), Ozzy Osbourne (actor), Nicole Kidman (actress), Plácido Domingo (actor), Jim Broadbent (actor), Nash Edgerton (actor), Norman Kaye (actor), John Leguizamo (actor), Julie Adams (miscellaneous crew), Baz Luhrmann (director),

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
Genres: Drama, Musical, Romance,
Taglines: 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.

Quotes:

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.