Word: moulins
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...been graced by a singularly impressive array of prepubescent has-beens. Christina Aguilera and Britney Spears have also warbled and shimmied their respective ways into brazen, busty music icons. However, after a summer dominated by the multi-diva scream-fest “Lady Marmalade” from the Moulin Rouge soundtrack, bubblegum pop seems to have momentarily burst. From its ashes, a new breed of artists has risen—still barely out of (or still attending) high school, but with more poise, more maturity, more substance and certainly more fully clothed than the vocalists who have dominated music...
...think it all started when some friends of mine and I saw Moulin Rouge at the end of the school year. Ewan “come what may” MacGregor, his smile beaming and eyes twinkling, bewitched me into thinking that Hollywood-style, their-eyes-met-across-a-crowded-room love, or at least its sweaty-knockin’-boots-meet-me-in-the-back-alley step-cousin lust, was waiting just around the corner. (At the intersection of “I will always love you” and “Me so horny...
...Moulin Rouge isn't exactly setting the box office on fire, but you wouldn't know it from the store windows at Bloomingdale's, not to mention a huge feature in Vogue's May issue, all touting the movie's high-style fashions. Sure, women started wearing vests, ties and baggy pants after Annie Hall and slouched around in off-the-shoulder sweatshirts after Flashdance. But Hollywood's recent efforts to force-feed movie-inspired fashions to the American public have met with only mixed success...
...audience was made up of older American couples, the husband apparently using the old Toulouse-Lautrec "art" gambit to get his wife to go to a strip joint with him. But unlike eyeing the nudity in magazines or movies, I couldn't help seeing the performers at the Moulin Rouge as real people taking off their clothes for money. Unfortunately, my seat was really good, so I was a little too close to the dancers. I didn't want to stare at their breasts because that seemed rude, and I was too embarrassed to look them in their eyes...
...know it doesn't make sense to watch porn and then act embarrassed at the Moulin Rouge. But without the distance of a camera, the exploitation is too real, too confrontational. I'm having a lot of trouble trying to make this argument in France, though. That may be because my French is weak, but I think it has more to do with the fact that they still keep mistresses here...