harmony and peace of mind
Okay, the Goldfrapp gig broadcast is not in order. You Never Know came much later in the concert.
But thassokay. Cos ... *moans* ... Alison doing Kate Bush vocals ... *moans*
And whaddya know, Moulin Rouge is in fact less than three hours long. God, I haven't watched it for so long it was almost like watching it with new eyes. But totally the same rabidly loving ears.
Ah, listen to that adoring crowd. we wuz there.
Moulin Rouge is so many things, so very very many things. It's not just about love, it's about show business, it's about the very real cruel anguish behind the curtains. It's about art imitating life and life imitating art in those cruel terrible and so real ways that happen when creative people actually live in the world. It's about ideals and how they will be crushed under the bootheel of the world and if not the world, then that final stone that will always come down.
And oh I never never realised that she tells you right from her very first word what her fate is. Oh Satine. How she's almost always photographed in a cold bluish light, how her skin seems to gleam with that icy dew of death, and how Christian is almost always surrounded by so much warmth and life compared to her. He is the sun. And she tells you she "can't stand the light." Oh Satine.
Death and the maiden. Death will always, always get the girl. Even I forgot whether she dies as a result of the consumption or that horrible gun. They totally fucking fooled me again. And that incredible trick of movie magic that you don't feel the emotion when you look at her dying or Christian screaming. You feel it when you see the realisation and the trauma on the spectators' faces. The knowledge of loss and therefore the bearing of witness. No show, this, and the audience is held there in grief.
Fuck me, how much do I love this movie? And the little conductor man! *squee*
Yes, watching The Sound Of Music meant I had to watch Moulin Rouge next. Just so I could get Ewan's glorious uplifted face and voice out of my head. Beautiful Ewan. And ah nobody but a lover of musicals can really get this film. It's like Bollywood films and I'm glad Baz has gone on the record as a lover of such. It's cos he gets how love transforms the imagination, how imagination infuses love with so much glorious fantasy that has nothing at all to do with logic and everything to do with truth. Emotional truth.
And the haters can go suck it.
Mind you, I'm gonna have to watch Down With Love now.
How d'you get to find love, real love? Love love love!
But thassokay. Cos ... *moans* ... Alison doing Kate Bush vocals ... *moans*
And whaddya know, Moulin Rouge is in fact less than three hours long. God, I haven't watched it for so long it was almost like watching it with new eyes. But totally the same rabidly loving ears.
Ah, listen to that adoring crowd. we wuz there.
Moulin Rouge is so many things, so very very many things. It's not just about love, it's about show business, it's about the very real cruel anguish behind the curtains. It's about art imitating life and life imitating art in those cruel terrible and so real ways that happen when creative people actually live in the world. It's about ideals and how they will be crushed under the bootheel of the world and if not the world, then that final stone that will always come down.
And oh I never never realised that she tells you right from her very first word what her fate is. Oh Satine. How she's almost always photographed in a cold bluish light, how her skin seems to gleam with that icy dew of death, and how Christian is almost always surrounded by so much warmth and life compared to her. He is the sun. And she tells you she "can't stand the light." Oh Satine.
Death and the maiden. Death will always, always get the girl. Even I forgot whether she dies as a result of the consumption or that horrible gun. They totally fucking fooled me again. And that incredible trick of movie magic that you don't feel the emotion when you look at her dying or Christian screaming. You feel it when you see the realisation and the trauma on the spectators' faces. The knowledge of loss and therefore the bearing of witness. No show, this, and the audience is held there in grief.
Fuck me, how much do I love this movie? And the little conductor man! *squee*
Yes, watching The Sound Of Music meant I had to watch Moulin Rouge next. Just so I could get Ewan's glorious uplifted face and voice out of my head. Beautiful Ewan. And ah nobody but a lover of musicals can really get this film. It's like Bollywood films and I'm glad Baz has gone on the record as a lover of such. It's cos he gets how love transforms the imagination, how imagination infuses love with so much glorious fantasy that has nothing at all to do with logic and everything to do with truth. Emotional truth.
And the haters can go suck it.
Mind you, I'm gonna have to watch Down With Love now.
How d'you get to find love, real love? Love love love!