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Sunday, April 10, 2011

moulin rouge

the greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love and be loved in return

the story.

paris, 1900
there was a boy
a very strange, enchanted boy
they say he wandered very far, very far
over land and sea
the greatest thing you'll ever learn
is just to love and be loved in return.

the most beautiful of these was the one i loved. satine. a courtesan. she sold her love to men. they called her the 'sparkeling diamond', and she was the star... of the moulin rouge. the woman i loved is...dead.

i first came to year ago. it was the summer of love. i knew nothing of the moulin rouge, harold zidler or satine. the world had been swept up in a bohemian revolution, and i had...come to be a part of it. on the hill near paris was the village of montmartre. it was not, as my father said...
village of sin but the center of the bohemian world. musicians, painters, writers. they were known as the children of the revolution. i had come to live a penniless existence. i had come to...write about truth, beauty, freedom...and that which i believed in above all things: love. always this ridiculous obsession with love!

there was one problem. i'd never been in love.

christian: we were off to moulin rouge.

the french are glad to die for love. they delight in fighting duels. but i prefer a man who lives...and gives expensive...jewels.

satine: is the duke here, harry?
zidler: yes, of course.
toulouse: terribly sorry...
satine: where is he?
zidler: he's the one toulouse is shaking his hanky at.
satine: are you sure?

a kiss on the hand may be quite continental
but diamonds are a girl's best friend.
a kiss may be grand but it won't pay the rental
on your humble flat...or help you feed your aunt's cat

men grow cold as girls grow old,
and we all lose our charms in the end
but square cut or pear shaped,
these rocks don't lose their shapes
diamonds are a girl's best friend
cause we are living in a material world,
and i am a material girl! black star, rozz call,
talk to me harry zidler, tell me all about it!
there may come a time when a lass needs a lawyer

'cause you can, can, can! yes, you can, can, can!
satine: a real actress...

christian: toulouse thought we might be able to um... do it in private.
satine: did he?
christian: yes, you know, a private...poetry reading.
satine: oh...hmm...a poetry reading? oooh, i love a little poetry after supper!

christian: no! i can't write the show for the moulin rouge!
toulouse: why not?
christian: i don't even know if i am a true bohemian revolutionary.
toulouse: do you believe in beauty?
christian: yes.
doctor: freedom?
christian: yes, of course.
satie: truth?
christian: yes!
doctor: love?
christian: love? love. above all things i believe in love. love is like oxygen. love is a many splendored thing. love lifts us up where we belong. all you need is love!
toulouse: see? you can't fool us! you're the voice of the children of the revolution! you will write of the world's first bohemian revolution show!

spectacular, spectacular.
no words in the vernacular
can describe his great event
you'll be dumb with wonderment
returns are fixed at ten percent
you must agree, that's excellent,
and on top of your fee...
you'll be involved artistically.
so exciting, the audience will stomp and cheer!
so delighting, it will run for 50 years!
so exciting, the audience will stomp and cheer!
so delighting, it will run for 50 years!


my gift is my song
and this one's for you
and you can tell everybody that this is your song
it may be quite simple but now that it's done...
i hope you don't mind,
i hope you don't mind...
that i put down in words...
how wonderful life is now you're in the world.
sat on the roof and i kicked off the moss
well, some of these verses, well they,
they got me quite cross
but the sun's been kind
while i wrote this song
it's for people like you that keep it turned on
so excuse me forgetting
but these things i do
you see i've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
anyway the thing is, what i really mean...
yours are the sweetest eyes i've ever seen.
and you can tell everybody that this is your song
it may be quite simple but now that it's done
hope you don't mind,
i hope you don't mind
that i put down in words
how wonderful life is now you're in the world
hope you don't mind,
i hope you don't mind
that i put down in words,
how wonderful life is now you're in the world!

satine: you're going to be bad for business, i can tell.

i follow the night
can't stand the light
when will i begin to live again?
one day i'll fly away!
leave all this to yesterday...
what more could your love do for me?
when will love be through with me?
why live life from dream to dream and dread the day when dreaming ends?

christian: how could i know in those last fatal days that force darker than jealousy, and stronger than love, had begun to take hold of satine...

she was beat, incomplete. she'd been had! she was sad and blue...
sut you made her feel...yes you made her feel...shiny and new!
ahh! like a virgin! touched for the very first time!
like a virgin...your hearts beat both in time!
i give you all her love! her fear is fading fast! been saving it all for you!
only love can last! she's so fine and she's mine. she'll be yours until the end of time.
'cause you made her feel...yes you made her feel. she has nothing to hide!
like a virgin! touched for the very first time!
like a virgin. your hearts beat both in time.
like a virgin! feels so good inside!
when you hold her... and you touch her...and ohhh!

never knew i could feel like this.
like i've never seen the sky before.
want to vanish inside your kiss...
seasons may change, winter to spring...
but i love you, until the end of time.
come what may, come what may. i will love you until my dying day.
suddenly the world seems such a perfect place...
suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace...
suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste.
it all revolves around you.
and there's no mountain too high,
no river too wide!
sing out this song and I'll be there by your side.
storm clouds may gather and stars may collide.
but i love you. i love you. until the end, until the end
of time.. come what may, come what may, i will love you... 

first there is desire. then passion. then... suspicion! jealousy, anger, betrayal! when love is for the highest bidder, there can be no trust. without trust, there is no love. jealousy, yes, jealousy, will drive you, will drive you...mad!

roxanne... you don't have to put on that red light. walk the streets for money, you don't care if it's wrong or if it is right. roxanne! you don't have to wear that dress tonight... roxanne. you don't have to sell your body to the night.

duke: i don't like this ending.
zidler: don't like the ending, my dear duke?
duke: why would the courtesan choose a penniless sitar player over the maharaja who is offering a lifetime of security? that's real love. once the sitar player has satisfied his lust he will leave the courtesan with nothing. i suggest that in the end the courtesan choose the maharaja.

zidler: satine, hurt him. hurt him, to save him.

satine: the truth? the truth is i am the hindi courtesan. and i choose...the maharaja. that's how the story really ends.

toulouse: things aren't always as they seem.
christian: things are exactly the way they seem.
toulouse: christian, you may see me only as a drunken, lice-ridden gnome whose friends are just pimps and girls from the brothels. but I know about art and love-if only because I long for it with every fiber of my being. she loves you. i know it-i know she loves you.
christian: go away toulouse. go away!!!

christian: i wanted to shut out what toulouse had said. but he had filled me with doubt. and there was only one way to be sure.

christian: this woman is yours now. i've paid my whore. i owe you nothing. and you are nothing to me. thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love.

no matter what you say, you shouldn't stand in our way.
you've got to stand your ground!
for freedom, beauty, truth and love! children of the revolution...

days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and then-one not-so-very-special day, i went to my typewriter, i sat down, and i wrote our story. a story about a time. a story about a place. a story about the people. but above all things a story about love. a love that will live forvever.