Thursday, August 11
It's a beautiful moment,
soaked through and through,
in the glorious sadness of a completed Red Curtain Trilogy.
The ceaseless wonders of a play script brought alive in a new dimension on the silver screen, or in my case - a glaring computer monitor. I still fancy the original play, yet Baz Luhrmann brings revived intrigue and symbolism to one, cliched twenty-two times over. So that adds onto Strictly Ballroom and Moulin Rouge to form the unforgivably outstanding trilogy. They make me weep four buckets' worth.
Now I'm jealous of three men: William Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde and Baz Luhrmann.
The latter has an untitled production to be released in 2006, and I am aching terribly for it. I simply live off DVDs and VCDs, with school as merely a sideline. Meanwhile, as I continue drowning myself in deepest sorrow for the star-crossed lovers, won't we share in the gall-like bitterness plus triple-coated dulce?
my favourite scene in
the entire film.
never wonder why aquariums
are considered romantic?
the best wedding band...
... EVER.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 12:12 AM