Film

Moulin Rouge!

Name: Moulin Rouge!
Genre: Drama, Romance, Music
Released: 2001
Cast: Ewan McGregor, Nicole Kidman, John Leguizamo, Jim Broadbent, Richard Roxburgh

Baz Luhrmann's fevered, anachronistic musical crashes 1899 Paris into twentieth-century pop, splicing Elton John and Nirvana into a story of doomed love and starving artists. It's less a film than a sensory assault: whip-cut editing, saturated colour, absinthe-fairy logic, all built around Nicole Kidman and Ewan McGregor singing their hearts out. For anyone who wants cinema to be too much, unapologetically, this is the one.

TMDb rating

7.5

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