so sexy/sweet you'll want to:
dance at the Moulin Rouge so you can be his new muse for a play he's writing
|Pamy Ewan-holic here. In fact, I actually appreciate so many films he's made it was difficult to choose which one I was truly in love with. Since I love movies with singing and dancing, how could I resist the Moulin Rouge. It didn't hurt at all that Christian was just the sweetest, most sensitive writer ever. From the moment he got into Bohemian Paris, I knew the movie was going to be worth it.|
Christian was just so unjaded, that I couldn't take it. There was an innocence about him that made me think he was just too nice for the cutthroat business that Satine was in. He was so sweet to her when she thought he was the duke. He didn't even take advantage of her. It was just so sweet of him. The way he had his white polo always slightly opened made him a lot sexier too.
The way he would stumble on his words when he had to deal with the duke because he was so obviously stealing the duke's girl was just so cute. I thought this part was really funny when he was arguing with the duke about the script of the play Satine was going to star in.
The Duke: why shouldn't the courtesan go for the maharajah?
Christian: Because she doesn't love you. Him... hi... him... sh... she doesn't love... him...
When he realized his wrong choice of pronoun, it was just so shocking to see how everyone would react to it. They were definitely meant to be and I hated to see them apart, but Baz Luhrman in his love for tragedy, had to kill Satine off. Beautiful. Just beautiful. I like it better when both characters are alive and live happily ever after. Complete with singing and dancing because Christian sang better than everyone in that movie. And he looked hella sexy doing that too.
When Christian said these lines, I felt a stab to my chest. I felt as if I were the one he were saying his lines too.
Christian: [to the Duke] This woman is yours now. I've paid my whore.
Christian: [To Satine] I owe you nothing. And you are nothing to me. Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love.
Oh Christian! I promise to heal your wounds, as I am obsessed with love too.