Movie Review - Moulin Rouge

Moulin Rouge (2001)

Starring Ewan McGregor, Nicole Kidman, John Leguizamo, Richard Roxburgh, and Jim Broadbent

Directed by Baz Luhrmann

As I sit here thinking back on my first viewing experience of Moulin Rouge in probably close to eight years, I'm hemming and hawing about whether this film belongs in my Personal Canon.  I very much appreciate director Baz Luhrmann's "throw everything at you" manic-style direction and insanely quick editing, but at the same time, it's that non-stop sensory overload (particularly during the film's first act) that takes the flick precariously close to cheesiness.  Once he calms down the bombastic nature of the whole affair and gives the film a chance to breathe, Moulin Rouge is a lovely musical that remains surprisingly "hip" and cutting edge over a decade after its initial release.

The doomed tale of a Parisian courtesan named Satine (Nicole Kidman) and her lover Christian (Ewan McGregor), a bohemian poet who treasures "truth, beauty, freedom, and above all else, love," Moulin Rouge is a simplistic tale wrapped up in truly gaudy paper.  Tasked to create an elaborate musical in order to turn the dance hall -- The Moulin Rouge -- into a more prestigious "theater," Christian quickly falls for Satine, the star of the burlesque , but Christian and Satine's love affair is doomed right from the start as the Moulin Rouge's proprietor, Harold Zidler (Jim Broadbent), has promised Satine in marriage to "The Duke," the play's investor (Richard Roxburgh).

Utilizing pop songs in rather unique ways -- forming medleys, creating dance mixes, and more -- Moulin Rouge doesn't have a single original tune in its repertoire.  Sure, the lovely ballad "Come What May" hadn't been heard before this film, but it was in fact not written for this movie (hence the reason it wasn't nominated for an Oscar for Best Song...although the film itself was nominated for eight Oscars, deservedly taking home two for its exquisite set design and beautiful costuming).  Admittedly, it's a bit odd at first, hearing such iconic songs as Elton John's "Your Song" or The Police's "Roxanne" in a different manner than what we're used to, however, any odd feelings we have quickly vanish when the lovely voices of Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman croon to each other.

That isn't to say that the music works entirely.  As I mentioned, the manic nature in the film's opening half hour throws more songs at you than you can register...and it's a bit off-putting at first.  And, unfortunately, as the film continues, we're treated every now and then to the occasional odd scene that simply doesn't work.  For example, the "Like a Virgin" number featuring Zidler and The Duke makes me cringe.  It stops the film dead in its tracks just when the love story was picking up steam.  And the uncorked champagne symbolizing "sexual release" is childish and laughable.  Still, there's more good than bad when it comes to the music and there are some truly magical moments (the aforementioned "El Tango de Roxanne" stunned me the first time I saw it and still resonates today...but I'm a sucker for stringed instruments and this tango lets the orchestra shine).

Certainly lifting Moulin Rouge up beyond the sporadic silliness are three fantastic performances.  For the first time while watching the movie, I greatly appreciated Jim Broadbent's role as Zidler, who outwardly is the hard-edged boss, but inwardly truly cares for the ladies working at his establishment.   Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman give some of their best performances of their careers.  McGregor is sweetly charming as the lovesick Christian -- it's easy to see why Kidman's Satine would fall for him.  Kidman is surprisingly sexy, but full of heart.  Sure, it's that typical "prostitute with a heart of gold" character we see often in movies, but it works here...I mean, the whole movie is filled with characters who are broad archetypes, but with the insanity of the visuals, it's surprisingly rather pleasant to have characters that aren't bogged down with anything more than basic traits.

In a way, Baz Luhrmann is like Quentin Tarantino in that I'm not exactly certain either director has any original ideas themselves.  Instead, they take their vast knowledge of film and create loving homages to movies they adore, honoring them while crafting something unique unto themselves.  Filmmakers like Luhrmann and Tarantino are tricky for me to critique in that sometimes I'm great admirers of them and then other days I may think of them as hacky auteurs.  And it's that very reason why I'm not sure if Moulin Rouge belongs in the Personal Canon.  I appreciate its insanity, but there are moments where that craziness is a directorial crutch that impedes the evolution of its story.  Nevertheless, this is still a film I admire greatly...even though I'm completely cognizant of its faults.

The RyMickey Rating:  B+