Moulin Rouge

 I watched Moulin Rouge last Friday (finally!) The scene of Christian and his typewriter left a vivid picture of a gloomy lover. The film started with “There was a boy. A very strange enchanted boy… and ended with Christian typing: 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 forever. The End.

The supreme lesson, I believed, that they want to tell the viewers: The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return. Which I believe most will agree.
But my favorite line: I owe you nothing. And you are nothing to me. Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love.

oh, gosh. i do not know why i suddenly miss watching old Pinoy films. Where are you (you know, Nora Aunor-Charito Solis-Snooky Serna-Vilma Santos-Christopher de Leon etc) now?