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Moulin Rouge on its 10th Anniversary: Film Platypus

The visually stunning film "Moulin Rouge" was released at the turn of this past century and was set exactly one-hundred years prior.  I was in college at the time of its release and I remember "Moulin Rouge" taking the film majors by storm.  Like the oily Ziedler, it had them all exclaiming "Spectacular! Spectacular!"  Ten years  and a decade of advance in visual effects later, I was curious to see how the film has held up.  Upon viewing it again, "Moulin Rouge" is still the singular sensational cinematic event it was when it first hit the screen.

After being visually blown away and rather embarrassed by all the pseudo-Victorian naughtiness I had forgotten about (PG-13?  Really?  PG 13?!?) I had to sit down and ask what made this eclectic musical and cinematic collage work?  After all, all the costumes are period perfect, but the music is a hodge-podge of contemporary rock songs with a nod to Rodgers and Hammerstein and a few shots at Walt Disney (I've always thought Tinker Bell fit better into the world of absinthe and show girls than in a kids movie).  Well the cliched answer would be that it had a great story.  That's true.  It had a good story: the myth of Orpheus retold (see the nod to the Opera in the song "Spectacular!  Spectacular!").  What really makes the film work is that it finds a way to merge its story perfectly with its eclectic visual and musical style in a way that strikes a deep cord with the modern mind.

In his revolutionary poem "The Wasteland," T.S. Eliot correctly identifies the key component of the modern mind: Fragmentation.  The old world of Europe's Enlightenment Liberalism was blown to pieces on the battlefields of World War I and we've been struggling ever since to pick those bits up and arrange them again into a coherent worldview.  Tennyson foresaw this fragmentation coming in the mid-eighteen century when he hoped that Victorian zeal would help "mind and soul according well make one music as before".  Later, W.B. Yates would prognosticate the failure of that hope claiming "the center cannot hold, mere anarchy is loosed upon the world".  Still, the poets and authors tried to hold our world together with their dreams of "Truth, Beauty, Freedom, and most of all Love."  "Moulin Rouge" is a retrospect on a century of Bohemian effort to put Humpty-Dumpty together again.  The sheer weight of the catastrophe has ground up countless young idealists like the film's focal character, Christian, but we keep trying.  Why?  Why not give in to despair and accept the hollow and vicious pornified world of Ziedler's entertainment empire?  As the diminutive Henri tells Christian in the film:  "Christian, you may see me only as a drunken, vice-ridden gnome whose friends are just pimps and girls from the brothels. But I know about art and love, if only because I long for it with every fiber of my being."  That is the cry of the modern world; we may be broken and empty, but we keep striving because we know that Beauty and Love are out there if only because our need for them.  This follows one of C.S. Lewis' arguments: if there is hunger, there must be food, if there is thirst, there must be drink, if their is a craving in us for something which the world cannot satisfy, there must be something beyond the world which can satisfy it.

"Moulin Rouge" is a film of pieces, little colored bits of glass all patched together, but the picture they form is the soul of Western Man.      

Comments

Jessica Snell said…
Ah, thank you, James. I'm sure I watched it around the same time as you, and it stuck in my head as something both beautiful and disgusting . . . your blog does a great job of explaining both of those impressions.
Jessica Snell said…
Oh, and you're ABSOLUTELY right about Tinkerbell.
I loved this film, couldn't explain why, and spent quite awhile feeling profoundly guilty for liking something so obviously filled with depravity. James, your analysis is great, and helps me make sense of my own reaction.

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